She would be here soon, he knew it. She had to be- she always came when he called. As his plaintive cry came to an end, the little boy lowered his head and gave another squeaking call, quieter this time. He didn't know where he was and he'd told Mama that he wouldn't go far from the Hotel and he clearly had. Worry was beginning to rise in the boy, his little body shaking. Dark brown ears caught the sound of a strange yipping that didn't sound a thing like Mama, but he perked up. Maybe it was her!
Mismatched eyes fell on the charging form of a female who looked nothing like Mama or Papa or Eugene. Terror gripped him and he cringed into the floor as the dusty coloured female began to bark and snarl. Instinct told him to hide, but he was frozen in place. The verbal assault didn't last long and the quiet was followed by a question. He gasped, unable to form words for a moment before his predicament rushed up again to meet him. "I's loooooostt!" He wailed, tears welling in his eyes once more.
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