"Ow!" Roxie yelped as her mother, Devla, licked her bleeding paw. Roxie flipped her long floppy ears and turned her tan brown and white head towards Ian. "Be tough," mumbled her brother looking up from his delicious leg of cow. It was nightfall so the pups snuggled up to Devla. As Roxie felt the warmth from her mum and brother, she whispered to herself, "We might always be stray beagles, but as long as we're together, we can make it!" With that she drifted to sleep, under the moonlit sky of the leafy forest.
Roxie woke up with a start. Devla was already awake but her sleepyhead brother was still napping. "Wake up!" Roxie woofed as she nudged his head. Suddenly there was a bloodcurdling howl,
"Arooo!" It echoed in the distance. Roxie shivered and ran to her mother. "Oh no!" Devla cried,"It's a wolf." "What's a wolf?" asked Ian. "Its a dangerous grey dog with a furry tail," replied his mother. "Er.......in that case..." Ian started nervously, "It's right behind you." "Run!" Roxie called as she raced ahead. Devla followed her with Ian in hot pursuit. Suddenly there was a yelp from behind them, "Help!" They realised it was Ian. The wolf carried him from the scruff of his neck and ran away. The two girls could hear a distant whine. "We need to save him," Roxie whispered as she examined the wolf's paw-prints.
Devla sniffed the paw-prints and gazed at Roxie,"My nose doesn't work like it used to so you'll have to take the lead." Roxie put her nose to the ground, bloodhound style, and started to move forwards. They reached what looked like a broken cave when Roxie stopped, "Mum, this is where the trail ends." "It ends here?" asked Devla, looking surprised. Roxie nodded furiously. All of a sudden, they where surrounded by three scruffy grey wolves.
"We are the Devil Wolf Pack," chanted the three wolves, "Who dares to trespass?" Roxie was glued to the spot, glancing at how terrifying huge their teeth were. Roxie looked over her shoulder and saw that her mother was shivering and that her tail was tucked behind her legs. "Let's take them to Scar," one of the wolves growled. They snatched Roxie and Devla up by the scruff of their necks and carried them inside the dark and gloomy cave. They heard Scar roar, "The medium one will be for my entrée, the big one for the main, and the little one for dessert." The three wolves threw Roxie and Devla into the dungeon.
They caught a strong whiff of dead animal as they were thrown. Roxie sank into the furry wall. Suddenly the furry wall talked, "Can you please get off me?" Roxie jumped forward in fright. "My name is Millie," meowed a tiny grey tabby cat. Roxie explained how they were caught. Millie shared a secret of a hole and together they devised a plan to escape. The trio tunnelled their way out of the hole and found some rope. "Hey I got an idea," Devla cried. They all set up a trap and waited. Scar came around holding Ian and at exactly the right time Roxie yelled,"Pull!" The ropes went up and a massive net came down on top of Scar.
Ian dropped to the ground and skidded on his feet. The little gang bolted out of the cave, banging all the guards like a crash of rhino. They ran until they could run no more. They looked up to see a strange building. In huge green letters it said 'animal shelter'. They looked at each other and smiled as they walked into the building.
