Deepwood Weald I am a lost boy in Neverland

Lucky for this dog, Rosalyn had joined up in a pack, and eating things that looked so similar to herself wigged her out unless she was desperate.  As with the coyote.

But that didn't mean she couldn't have fun, yeah? He seemed ignorant to her presence, so she stalked around, feeling a predatory superiority just on appearance.  The other thing, whatever it was, did not appear as suited to these wilds as she.

"What's a morsel like you doing wandering these woods alone?" She asked, amusement lacing the words as she stepped out from the trees.  Her eyes were narrowed, inspecting.  What manner of creature was he, and where had he come from?