Vigilante PAW

Chapter Twenty-One: Dream Team

Marshall, Rocky, and Everest walked back to Liz's car, waiting for their adopted caretaker to check out all of the things she bought. Marshall's eyes squinted lightly as he mulled over the different thoughts in his mind. Most of them concerned what the redheaded woman was planning.

Rocky, who was just as confused, moved over to walk beside his spotted friend, "So what do you think the plan is?"

"You don't even know?" The former firefighter turned his head, surprised, "If any one of us would've had an answer, it would be you."

"Nope, totally lost," The mixed breed shrugged, "Whatever it is, we should be ready for anything."

Marshall nodded, "You're right."

Rocky then turned his attention to Everest, who was walking at a slight distance behind the two. Raising an eyebrow, the gray puppy stopped in his tracks, allowing the Husky to catch up with him. She didn't notice that he had gotten any closer, completely wrapped in her thoughts.

"Everest?"

"Huh? Oh, Rocky?" She snapped out of her trance, "When'd you get here?"

The ex-eco pup walked alongside her, "Three seconds ago. What's up with you?"

"Oh nothing much, Just wondering what Liz is planning, is all!" She lied, smiling at her friend, "Think we might have to fight?"

"Fight? Maybe. But when were you ever interested in fighting?" Rocky asked, "We don't really fight unless it's pup-fu. Even then it's never anything serious."

Everest looked down at her paws, "I've wanted to get a few good hits on Hood ever since we found out he beat up Marshall."

"Good point. I wouldn't mind knocking him around a bit!" He grins, "It'd be good revenge for him."

The Husky chuckled faintly, "What wouldn't we do for him?"

The two stopped walking, watching Marshall climb into Liz's car. A smile made its way onto both of their faces as they thought about the Dalmatian. He seemed to be getting better by the day. Gone were the times where it seemed as though Marshall felt uncomfortable speaking around them, gone were the moments their friend tried to avoid being around them. Marshall was beginning to feel like Marshall again, even if he still wasn't the same as he was before everything happened.

Rocky looked at Everest, who's eyes were glued to the Dalmatian currently waiting in the car. Now that he was looking at her, it almost seemed as though she was glued in place. The ex-eco pup decided to get a closer look, raising an eyebrow. He noticed that there was an ever so faint pink color developing on her cheeks beneath her fur. It was eerily familiar to something he had seen before.

"Everest?"

"Huh? What's up?" She looked at the mixed breed.

Rocky raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you're okay? You've been drifting off a lot lately."

"I'm okay!" She gave him a grin, "I've just been feeling a little jumbled up inside recently... It's nothing serious, though!"

Out of everyone she currently was in close contact with, Rocky was the second to last pup she would want knowing about her ever-growing crush on Marshall, only beaten by the clumsy Dalmatian himself. Her and Rocky were friends, growing closer by the day, but when it really came down to it, they seemed to bicker more than they got along.

Rocky, on the other paw, felt exactly the same. He and Everest were allies. They both cared a lot about Marshall. But when he wasn't involved, was there any reason for them to hang out? It was a common occurrence. Marshall was the middle friend. If he wasn't involved, then things between them were awkward.