Sun Mote Copse The flesh is weak

He pulled himself out of the den at the sound of the unfamiliar feminine voice, turning to face the new woman. She was young, pale, her eyes bright and blue like robin's eggs. And not pregnant. That was a first. He greeted her with a wag of his tail and a smile, Guten tag, Fräulein, I do not believe ve 'ave met yet, He sits back on his haunches, his forepaws caked in dirt. There was no point in bothering to clean it off just yet.

He looked to the badger, then to the woman. He laughed jovially. Nein! 'Twas no work of zhe body, Fräulein. Hemlock did zee vork, He could not imagine fighting anything, with sheer force that is, I am your new Doktor, Bastian Höffner, at your service,