Deepwood Weald I am a lost boy in Neverland

The 'dog', as she so clearly echoed him, stood his ground while he watched her circle him. Her look spoke volumes of how unusual she thought of him. The absence of her name was a bit off putting, but his mother had spoken of wolves like this. But he wasn't deterred, his curiosity perked as she spoke again.
Puffing out his chest proudly, his tail flicked as he answered her. I have taken care of myself well, if you haven't noticed. I thought I would soothe my curiousity of big, bad wolves and strike out on my own. His head tilted slightly as eyes watched for any sudden movements, his muscles tensed. He tried to keep his voice light. I heard of another dog that's supposed to look like me. The bird...Itsy, I think her name was, promised to bring me to her, but she took off with worms.