Revenge (PAW Patrol Fanfic)

Chapter Sixteen

As the sun rose, birds could be heard chirping. A woodpecker above Ryder and Marshall began pecking at the tree, waking Marshall up. He yawned, stretching his legs. He slowly wiggled himself out from under Ryder's arm, who seemed oblivious to the loud noise above them. He smiled, knowing Ryder would finally get the rest he needs. His stomach growled, a new instinct taking over.

Food.

Marshall had never hunted, let alone gone camping. He sniffed the air, paying particular attention to any meat smell. No, I can't kill a defenseless animal, he thought, shaking his head. A splash in the pond gathered his attention. Fish! Fish I can kill. Ryder could make a fire and cook it! He trotted over to the pond, watching the fish swim. But how do I catch one? He looked at his paw, extending his claws. He watched one fish as it swam closer and closer.

*SPLASH*

Marshall clawed the fish, throwing it up onto shore. It wiggled, trying to get back to the water. He bit bit down, taking it far from the pond and setting it near Ryder, who was still asleep. He caught a few more fish, each time bringing them to his master. After all, they weren't too big and, who knows how long they'd be out here?

"Ryder?" he nudged the boy. "Ryder, wake up." His skin felt cold, colder than it should be. Marshall checked to see if he was breathing, sighing with relief. "Come on, Ryder. You gotta eat something." He gently bit his hand, not enough to draw blood, but enough to cause discomfort.

"Ow," he said, pulling his hand away. "Marshall? What's going on?" He covered his nose. "And why does it smell like-"

"I caught them," Marshall said proudly, wagging his tail. "I figured you could make a fire and cook them!"

Ryder smiled. "Good boy." He patted his head.

"How's your foot feeling?"

"A little better. Must have been to cold water. Can you go find some twigs while I set up the area? I'm starving!" Marshall barked, running off. Ryder laughed, looking down at the numerous fish. Wow, he thought. Who knew Marshall could fish?

***

"Any word?" Katie asked Rocky. They had waited all night for a confirmation from Skye.

Rocky sighed. "She found Marshall's truck." Rocky's ears were pinned against his head, his tail drooping.

"And?"

"It-It was blown up."

"What?" Katie and the pups said. "B- but how?"

"She doesn't know, but," Rocky growled. The pups joined him, well aware of who was capable.

"No, that doesn't mean Marshall's gone. Neither is Ryder."

"But without his collar," Rubble pointed out. "We can't track him."

"Skye," Katie said. "What do you see?"

"Nothing but trees, trees and more trees," she replied. "Oh, and a pond."

"If Marshall somehow found Ryder, they'd need to survive in the woods somehow. They would need water. Skye, go back to the pond. They might be there if they haven't been walking."

"Will do!"

"Is it safe for Skye to be flying out there during the day?" Zuma asked. "Maybe we should-"

"I'm not losing anymore of you," Katie said. "You're all staying here, understood?" The pups nodded. "I'm gonna go check on Chase." With that, Katie went back upstairs.