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Go to sleep you little baby The melody rang out in the barren fields that he walked through. Go to sleep you little baby Steps smooth and rhythmic with every line he sang, loud, on key, but he had no desires to keep his position secret from how loud he sang out in the echoing field. You're mama's gone away and you're daddy's gonna stay Though the area creepy beyond all reasons, it left the painted man with no other desire other than to sing his way through - there was a creepy sensation about this place but he wouldn't let that turn tail and go the long way around instead of through.

Immediately as he wandered around, he was drawn by the little individual he focused on from a little ways away. Prancing toward the pup and circling halfway all the while continuing his little song. Didn't leave nobody but the baby Unaware of the pack's borders just behind the little guy, oblivious to what danger might come running out should he stick around a pup, he gave the youngster an elegant, long, playful bow.