"Who's ther– what the–!?"
I push Rocky to shield him behind me, before flinging the door open
My gaze immediately scans him up and down the now-grown figure standing before me. A sheepish grin quickly spreads across his face as he hurriedly tucks a piece of paper into one of the pockets of the oversized winter coat he's wearing
"Tracker?"
"Ah! erm– Heyyy . . . amigo"
I quickly scope the horizon, noticing his cruiser parked considerably far away. Then, I turn my attention back to him, seeing his slight shaking and teeth chattering.
But . . .
It's not . . . cold?
It's autumn?
"Do you . . . want to come in?" I offer, sensing his discomfort. The jungle and the mountains certainly have completely different weather
Tracker nods eagerly, and I step aside to let him into the warmth and shelter of my home. I take one last look around before closing the door and noticing the Chihuahua had already made himself at home in my living room.
I quickly join him, watching as he stretches his paws towards the crackling fire, his eyes filled with a sense of a more relieving warmth.
"Uhm- . . . Tracker, you remember Rocky?"
He turns to Rocky, awkwardly smiling as he just notices him standing there
"Ah– yes, yes, Rocky. Nice to see you again! I'm sorry to interrupt your cosy evening, but I'm actually relieved to have found you both together. Parece that you two are the only ones who still meet up regularly, since it was harder to convince the oth- Oh, look at this little guy!" Tracker exclaims, noticing the German Shepherd pup peeking out from behind Rocky
I gently frown "What do you mean . . . convince the others?"
"He just looks like that other guy. Holaaa" He waves at the pup who shyly waves back
The tense silence hangs in the air for a moment, with just Rocky shooting me anxious glances before finally breaking it by letting out a heavy sigh "I'll take care of putting Chase to sleep"
Rocky guides the pup upstairs while Chase turns to shily wave goodbye to Tracker, who in turn gives me a confused look "Chase? Just like that German Shepherd. But . . . that's not The Chase?" Tracker says, puzzled.
"Tracker, it truly is a long story," I reply, trying to keep things simple for him.
"But we need Chase here, the real one I mean. And Zuma, the Labrador. It said everyone was here. I thought you guys were having a meeting-" Tracker continues, his thoughts racing
"Wait- What said?" I quickly ask, feeling a sense of apprehension creeping in
"-but now Rocky is taking care of a pup? That's not bueno Annd if he's seeing some German Shepherd, actually- maybe she can help us. That would not be a bad ide-" Tracker suggests, his tail starting to wag gently until,
"Tracker" I interject, raising my tone slightly to get his attention, making him immediately quiet down as he droops his ears
I let out a deep sigh, a frown forming on my face "What are you doing here?" I ask, feeling a mix of concern and frustration
"Okkaayy, relajate. Uhm, okay, so like, after the Paw Patrol and everything, you know? Many people moved to the jungle. We built a group of small towns and stuff. And there's this one road that goes through all of them. So, like, one day, the mail truck, which is one of the few vehicles that cruise over there —we mostly walk everywhere— well, it like . . . flipped over. And it was crazy!"
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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...
