Deepwood Weald I am a lost boy in Neverland

He tilted his head as she spoke, his thoughts now turned to this other so called dog that the bird had told him about. Where could she be? Did that bird even know where to find her, or was she like the other creatures of this land like his mother had told him..bad, selfish beings? He shook his head. No, the bird couldn't be like that. She had helped him.
He wasn't prepared for the movements of the wolfess, and yipped slightly in surprise as she came forward. Yet he only jumped back a few feet, then a spark of adventure flamed in his eyes as he skidded to a stop, waiting for her to make her next move.