( The wolf startles him enough to nudge him another few steps back now, again and another few more. The umbrella struggles to cover the distance, before the child approaches again, hand hesitant, when he reaches out to pet the creature —

...then thinks better of it at the very last moment, drawing back. )

I like your dog. He's very big. ( And pleasantly: ) May I have your dog, if you die? Being so sick.