The Hunter and The Diver pup

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♻️《Rocky》♻️

I laid there an inch away from Zuma. I watched as he slowly drifted off into another dream. After about an hour later He started to kick and wine. "That was fast!" I thought. I wanted to wake him but I knew it'd just make him mad at me so I just scooted closer. He calmed down a little bit, but was whimpering. I suddenly remembered something Marshal said. "You know you can make people dream things if you whisper in their ear." Marshall said. "No way." I said. "Here goes nothing." I said to myself. I took a deep breath and softly said. "Listen only to the sound of my voice. Let your mind relax. Let your thoughts drift. Let the bad memories fade. Let peace be upon you." Zuma stopped whimpering. "Surrender yourself to your dreams. Let them wash over you like the gentle waves of the bluest ocean. Let them envelop you. Comfort you." Zuma's breathing went back to normal

"Imagine somewhere calm. Imagine somewhere safe. Imagine yourself-" He cut me off.

"In a fwozen fowest." He said. Zuma chuckled softly. He then looked at me. "A black ops reference?" He asked. I blushed a bit and tried to find an excuse for what I was saying.

"Sorry you were having another-" he cut me off again.
"It's fine." He said. He let out a yawn. "Thanks fow waking me up." He said, laying back down. He scooted closer to me and I wrapped my paw around his shoulder. "Umm." I began to say.

"Don't make it awkwawd." Zuma said. I laughed.

"It's not me I'm worried about." I said. He laughed and soon we both drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long we were out, but when I woke up Zuma was gone. I hand went outside to find him playing with the others. They were tossing the soccer ball in a circle. "Hey sleepy head." Marshall said. Everyone looked at me and the ball hit Marshall in the head. "Sleep well?" Zuma asked. I nodded softly and stretched bit. "Good now come play soccew with us." Zuma said rushing out onto the field. After a few a minutes of debating had decided that Chase and Marshall were going to be team captains. Chase had picked Zuma and Rubble. While Marshall had me and Skye.

"Rocky you play goalie." Marshall said. I didn't hesitate and quickly made my way to the goal. On the other side of the field I saw Zuma in the other goal. I felt a feeling of dread wash over me. For as much as that dog sleeps he is extremely fast and agile. It was like he was born for this sport. Chase had tossed the ball in the air. And Marshall had stolen it from him.

Marshall quickly made his way down the other side of the field he kicked it to the goal when Zuma stopped it with one paw. He quickly kicked the ball as hard as he could. The ball soared through the air as it made its way all the way over to our goal. I had just barely managed to keep it out of our goal. I had used my chest so it knocked the wind out of me.

"You good?" Zuma hollered to me. I nodded. He laughed. In about twenty minutes most of us (besides Zuma and Chase were exhausted.) "Can....we....take....A break now?" Rubble asked. Zuma and Chase agreed. "Hey Marshall wouldn't happen to have some water on you would you?" Zuma asked. Marshall let out an exhausted laugh.

"Someone go get me the fire hose." Marshall said. The rest of us chuckled. I saw Chase's ear twitch as he quickly looked over towards the trees. "What is it Chase?" Skye asked.
"Rubble, take Her and get inside." Chase said. "But-" Rubble tried to protest.
"NOW!" Chase snapped. Rubble grabbed Skye and they rushed inside. I stood up and looked towards the woods. Chase had

I saw the bushes rusted and then out came a wolf. It's cloak was white from what I could tell, but the rest was matted up with mud, dirt. and blood. "Marshall call Ryder ." Chase said. Marshall obeyed and began tapping his collar frantically. The beast stepped forward. It growled lowly as if it was warning us. "Can I help you?" Chase asked. The thing began to walk towards us. I noticed that it had a very bad limp. "I think it's hurt." I said.

"Me too." Zuma said. Zuma began to get closer. "Are you huwt?" Zuma asked as he stepped closer. The thing nodded. Zuma stepped closer and it growled at him. "I don't want to huwt you." Zuma said. The thing just kept growling. It looked up at Zuma. I couldn't see it's face, but something about it stopped Zuma dead in his tracks.

"Hey." Zuma said softly. The wolf let out a low growl. We started to get closer behind. "What awe you doing hewe?" Zuma asked.
"Where is here?" It asked. It voice was low and harsh and the sound was like sandpaper across your face.

"You don't know where you are?" Zuma asked. The wolf shook his head. "Do you know you're name?" Zuma asked. The wolf shook his head again. "Well what do you know?" Chase asked. "Him." The wolf said looking at Zuma. The wolf tried to step forward but collapsed to the ground and in pain. He tried to stand up, but fell back down. I don't know what Marshall was doing, but he ran up to it. "Where does it hurt?" He asked. As soon as he started checking on the wolf Ryder showed up. "What's going on?" He asked.
"He just stepped out of the woods." I said. Ryder ran up next to Marshall. "What's wrong?" He asked. Marshall leaned over and whispered something in his ear and Ryder immediately called someone. He picked the wolf up ,who surprisingly didn't fight back, and put him on his ATV.

"Wait." Marshall said, running up to him "Take Zuma." . Ryder looked at him confused. "Trust me." He said. He nodded. "Zuma you're coming with me. You too Chase." The two nodded and got in their vehicles. They soon drove off leaving me and Marshall there. "Why did you make him take Zuma?" Marshall asked.
"Didn't you hear?" He asked
"Hear what." I asked. Marshall shook his head and walked inside. "Hear what?" I asked myself.