Paw Patrol: Separate Ways

(S-1) Chapter 2 "A Worrier"

Morning hit Adventure Bay quickly, the pups woke up, leaving their houses and heading into the Lookout, all except for Chase, who still had his mind wrapped around that mysterious encounter last night. The Shepherd soon shook his head and needed to take his mind off it, soon following behind the rest of the pups.

As the pups stepped in through the sliding doors, they saw their owner filling up their bowls. "Good morni-!" The boy was greeted with an instantaneous tackle towards the ground.

"Good morning Ryder!" The pups greeted back in unison. They soon got off their leader and went to eat their food. All of them minding their business until Marshall pointed out the tiredness he saw in his Shepherd friend.

"Chase, you look tired, everything ok?" The Dalmatian as he leaned down to grab another mouth full of kibble.

"Yeah, everything's fine, I just had a rough night." Chase answered as he rubbed his eyes.

"Chase, you can go back to your pup house and sleep if you want." Ryder assured as he began petting the pup.

"No, it's fine, I'm fine." The Shepherd assured as the questions continued on.

"Did you have a nightmare or something?" Ryder asked as the pup had all eyes on him.

"No..." Chase trailed off, slowly becoming nervous as he saw everyone look at him.

"Chase, it's okay to have nightmares." Ryder assured.

"No...it's not that, it's just..." Chase thought about how they would act if he told them about last night. "Just forget about it, I'm fine." Chase assured to Ryder and the pups, slightly raising his voice.

"Alright...well, I got to go fix some things in the garage, I'll call you pups if anything happens." Ryder advised as he gave the Shepherd one last pat on his head. As the small situation became defused, the pups let their worried thoughts vanish as they soon parted, heading off to do their own things, except for Skye, who wanted to stay with the Shepherd.

"Don't you want to go play with the pups? Why would you want to stay with me?" Chase asked.

"Well, because I want to know what's wrong with you." Skye answered, walking up to Chase and lying down next to him. "Did it have something to do with last night?" Skye asked.

The Shepherd sighed and looked away from the Cockapoo. "I don't want to talk about it now, Skye, I'm just going to get some more sleep." Chase advised as he stood up on his paws

"Oh ok...do you want me to walk you over to your pup house?" Skye asked, her face slightly heating up under her fur.

Chase chuckled at this, "No...no it's fine, thanks anyway." The police pup thanked as he left the Lookout, heading inside his pup house in a tired manner. After nearly falling over in the process, he lied down on his stomach and closed his eyes, quickly heading into a slumber as the morning went on.

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A toss from Skye's paw had the frisbee going quite the distance, far enough for her Dalmatian to get out of her view and giving her time to think. The Shepherd was constantly in her mind, his stubborn secrecy was something her curiosity couldn't run away from, she kept her mind on Shepherd for awhile until...

"Watch out Skye!"

...she was hit in head by a frisbee which knocked her out of her train of thought.

"Sorry!" Marshall yelled out to the pup. Skye didn't respond but gave a nod to Marshall indicating that she was fine.

"Hey, Skye? Are you alright? We kind of lost you there for a second before that frisbee hit you." Zuma asked the aerial pup with a slight worry to his voice.