Ryder called an emergency meeting. All the pups gathered in the firehouse, their faces a mix of confusion, anger, and disbelief.
“I want to talk about what we saw yesterday,” Ryder began, his voice stern. “Hunting is dangerous and can be harmful to animals. It’s not something we should be doing.”
Marshall scoffed. “It’s legal, and it’s sustainable. We’re helping to control the population of certain species.”
“But you can’t ignore the cruelty of it,” Skye argued, her voice trembling. “Those animals were innocent.”
“Innocent?” Marshall retorted. “They were wild animals. They live by the law of the jungle.”
To prove his point, Marshall pulled out his phone and showed the pups gruesome photos of the animals he had hunted. Skye recoiled in horror, covering her eyes. Rubble turned green and dashed out of the room to vomit.
Everest stood close to Marshall, her face a mixture of admiration and embarrassment. She loved hunting, and she loved Marshall even more.
“You can’t stop me, Ryder,” Marshall said, his voice rising. “I’ll keep hunting, no matter what you say.”
“I could arrest you for this,” Chase threatened.
Marshall laughed. “Go ahead,” he challenged. “I’ve got a license for every gun I own. I’m following the law.”
Ryder sighed. “We need to find a compromise,” he said. “We can’t let this divide us.”
“There’s no compromise,” Marshall said. “I’m a hunter. That’s who I am.”
Everest stepped forward. “I love hunting,” she said. “It’s a part of who I am too.”
The other pups looked at Everest in shock. They couldn’t believe she was defending Marshall.
“You’re all wrong,” Ryder said. “This isn’t right.”
The argument raged on, each side refusing to budge. In the end, Ryder realized that he couldn’t stop Marshall. He had to accept the fact that his friend was a hunter.
The Paw Patrol was a team, but they were also individuals. They had different interests, different values, and different ways of life. Ryder had to respect Marshall’s decision, even if he didn’t agree with it.
As the pups left the firehouse, they were still reeling from the shock of what they had learned. They had always thought of Marshall as a kind and gentle dog. But now they were seeing a different side of him, a side that was dark and dangerous.
Everest, on the other hand, was feeling a sense of excitement. She had never felt so alive as she did when she was hunting with Marshall. She loved the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of the kill, and the camaraderie of the hunt.
As she walked home with Marshall, she couldn’t help but smile. She knew that she had found her true calling. She was a hunter, and she was proud of it.
