When Paws Met Pixies

Previously

…Barnaby whimpered, a small, pathetic sound. He felt a prickle of tears behind his eyes, a feeling he usually tried to hide. He wasn’t as brave as he pretended to be. He was just a dog who had made a terrible mistake. He looked at the Queen, at the worried faces of her subjects, and a desperate resolve began to bloom in his chest, pushing aside his fear. He had caused this. He had to fix it. He let out a determined bark, a sound that, to his surprise, didn't sound entirely clumsy. He nudged his nose towards the shadowy undergrowth where the crystals had disappeared, then looked back at the Queen, his tail giving a slow, steady wag. He would find them. He had to.