Cricket Creek Bog The Doctor will see you now...

It had been some time since he got to witness the raw, curious movements of a child. He stared at the boy quietly, not even attempting to deter him from entering the bag. Let him see. Let him search. There was a mish-mosh of herbs in there, with a range of effects. Perhaps something interesting would happen.

Something did — well, it started off amusing rather than interesting. A poppy seed went into the boy's nose. Bastian bit his lip in an attempt to stifle his laughter, making no attempts to help the child at all. Eventually the black speck was removed from his nose, but several more filled his stomach. Bastian's eyes widened with malicious pleasure. The child looked up at him expectantly, wondering if his actions had been right. In any other situation, with any other wolf, perhaps not. But this was all Bastian needed. Ach, du armer Junge, He leaned down to gently push him, wondering if he had lost all faculties of movement right there and then. Du weißt wirklich nicht, was du getan hast, oder?