"Are you sure about this?" Rocky questions, gently placing one paw on my shoulder
I don't turn to him, I just stare at Zuma who, at a trotting pace, starts heading towards the place we accorded he was going to
"I'll be fine"
He stays quiet for a couple of seconds, gently stroking my fur with his paw, up and down, before letting one sight go "Don't lose it again, then. Or this time I will get mad"
His chuckle makes me feel calm, yet unnerved, on the inside. Rocky quickly leans forward but immediately gives up the idea. Then, he slowly leans closer to gently smooch me on the side of my face, before walking across the street
That feeling that I was so afraid of ever feeling again quickly begins to flood my entire body, yet I don't turn around to see him walk away. I just . . . continue staring forward
The red pup-tag hanging from my yellow collar starts slightly swinging back and forth as the cold morning breeze blows
I close my eyes, focusing on the sound of leaves rustling and wind wooshing, trying to keep my mind blank . . . but there's something.
Something I want to check before I start my long trip to that circled town on the map I found a week ago
"Are you there? . . . " I ask, not daring to open my eyes "Please, tell me you are there"
But silence.
I open my eyes and let a sigh go
And I immediately feel that weird sensation of being observed in the back of my head.
That uncomfortable shiver of being watched makes me feel relieved, and I start walking down the street, straight towards the town's east exit, straight to the big mountain range
I have studied the map so many times that I memorised it, and the route is straightforward enough.
Adventure Bay's east exit, down the main highway until reaching an old church, then turn left towards a road that leads directly into the mountains. According to the Paw Patrol files, Skye used to live in a small town, right in the middle of snowy mountains
I am not precisely telling you how my trip went, though.
I spent 90% of it talking to myself, hoping that little voice inside my head would show itself, which didn't, the other percent was spent talking to Rocky through my pup-tag or just focusing on the road
Pretty sure that was what kept me distracted from the cold, and the trip itself. I did walk for a few days, resting every now and then
Anyways,
"Well . . . We are here" I announce, white steam coming out of my mouth as I speak. In those files, the town doesn't look big, nor modern, so I guess the town grew into a city these past years
Big buildings, all covered in snow; streets decorated with leafless trees and slippery pavement; no people wandering around the streets but cars going up and down the avenues.
I did see a lot of dogs, trying to cover themselves with whatever there was around, but no sign of Skye
The only thing the map didn't specify was her place.
"Pardon me?" I quickly approach one of the dogs "Do you happen to know-"
"Get the hell out of here" He quickly replies as he tightly hugs what looks like a big old rug
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A Paw Patrol Story
FanfictionA pup tells us a story about his life. He passes through a lot of things that hurt him, making him escape from his home. Years later, he comes back to the place he once belonged to repair all the damages between his old friends accompanied by his lo...
