Hey, Soul Sister

Chapter 7

"Them?!" Marshall yelled, surprised that his voice could get so loud.
Rocket flinched.
"Yeah. Them."
Marshall walked over to Rocket, and hoisted her up onto his back.
"What are you-"
"Trust me," Marshall said.
Rocket nodded and fell silent.
Marshall walked out of the alley and up to Ryder. He heard Rocket growl, so he stopped.
"Shh..." He soothed. "Trust me. Ryder would never hurt anyone."
"He better not Marshall," Rocket almost snapped.
Marshall laughed to himself and walked up to Ryder.
"Ryder!"
Ryder looked down and saw his pup carrying the golden retriever. He grew confused.
"Um...Marshall?"
"Ryder....this is Rocket. I met her about a week ago. I would go out and see her after you all went to sleep."
"So that's why you've been so tired!"
Marshall nodded.
"Anyway, she doesn't trust humans. So be gentle."
"Hi Rocket," Ryder said cheerfully. "I'm Ryder, Marshall's owner."
Rocket didn't reply.
"I'm sorry about what your owners did to you," Ryder said.
"It's okay," Rocket replied this time. "I got that from them a lot."
"I'm so sorry...."
"I got used to it after awhile. They did it to the little girl I lived with too."
"Katie's her owner," Marshall said.
Ryder's eyes widened.
"Then that explains why she locked the doors and closed the blinds to her shop. Those were her parents."
"W-Where are they?" Rocket stammered.
"They just got arrested." Ryder replied with a smile. "Don't worry, you're safe now."
Rocket sighed in relief.
"Thank you."
"Ryder, could she be on the Paw Patrol?" Marshall asked hopefully.
Ryder looked down at the weak golden retriever.
"I don't see why not. Do you have something you're good at?"
"Well....I'm really good with music. But, I also know how to fly airplanes. I've been doing it for years...I could be your aerial firefighter."
Ryder nodded, grinning the whole time.
"Who taught you how to fly?"
"I...um...basically taught myself."
"Really?"
"Really."
Ryder smiled down at the two pups.
"We've got a new member on our paws."