A Dog's Journey 3 Novels & Stories

Now I really wasn’t going to go back home in one piece. I moved again and something jumped at me. My shriek could’ve been heard from miles away. It was not the wolf, because the wolf jumped from behind me and caught the animal before it could hurt me. I was already on the dirt nursing my wound as I watched how the wolf fought and killed the dog three times smaller than it. The stray dog whimper, howled and moaned as it fought to stay alive. Hectors wolf did not spare it a second of mercy when it snapped its neck then released its body.

She began shifting a moment later, shoving the hoodie between her teeth and lunging forwards, bounding quickly out of Quentin's reach on an fours now. I was surprised as we began outrunning him, the sound of his footsteps becoming fainter and fainter. 'You need to keep communicating with us, little wolf,' Thane reminded me gently, as Lisbet ceded control and I kept running, knowing they'd be able to follow my tracks and scent, and find me again if I stopped. 'Sorry, I'm here, I think we've outrun him,' I sent, seeing a road and tunnel opening through the edge of the trees.

The scent of earth and sap warped my senses, I heard the distant chirping of birds above me and I focused my eyes harder to spot them. My pace was suddenly stopped by the soft fur against my leg. The wolf looked up at me and I crouched down to meet his height. He nudged the bag I was clutching on my shoulder and I pulled out the clothing he had previously discarded. “I think I found something.” Jake motioned with his head to follow him as soon as he was dressed.

Lately, the house was much quieter without the three rowdy dogs. She gave a call to Nathan. While asking about his routines, she also asked about the dogs. "Oh, the trio? They're doing great. Everyone is treating them well and they have high salaries. There's also a little cart for them. Everyone hikes up the mountain by foot while they get pulled up by the staff." Through the video, Hilda saw the three dogs clad in old, ugly cotton jackets, sitting in the wooden cart. They were resting with their tongues out and the background was a snowy scenery.

They drove for what seemed like 30 minutes. They stopped at a dog compound. “We will be using Sled dogs for the rest of the journey,” Mr. Ondrink said, getting out of the car. Jessica also got out and put her backpack on her back. Mr. Ondrink puts in his security code at the door and in they went. “I did not know you have dogs,” Jessica said, looking at all the dogs. “These are not just any dogs, these are actually not dogs at all, they are snow wolves,” Mr. Ondrink laughed as the first wolf jumped on him, wagging his tail, followed by a couple more. All the wolves were howling and barking with excitement.

“Hooked nothing but weed and an old towel.” Kim’s pulse ticked at the ordinary detail; it grounded him in the right place, the right night. “I packed up, headed for Mascot,” he went on. “Then… I think I hit something. An animal.” Kim’s voice stayed even. “What kind of animal?” A picture swam up, blurry but bright. “A dog,” he said slowly. “A large, white dog.” Kim’s face tightened—too quick to hide. Leslie saw it. “What is it, Kim?”

That was what it thought. Meanwhile, a few hours after the trainer had left the place, some animals, big in stature, reached the place. One of them was a giant bird, on top of which another animal that was a monkey was sitting. The monkey got down along with a dog and made circles around the area. After a few tens of minutes, he found some pieces of fur that had so strong of a strong smell, that the dog could smell nothing for an hour because of that. After the hour had passed, the monkey then carefully attempted to make the calmed down dog to go towards a certain trail, the trail that was being traced by the ants. The ants were the ones that could show them somewhat of the direction, not th

I swear she’s got canine senses as her head snaps in my direction with her eyes still closed. She sends an angry kick in my direction, but I catch her foot and push it back. She topples to the ground and growls out her frustration. “Focus”, I yell at her as she rises to her feet and shakes it off. When she’s returned to her starting stance, I ask her if she’s ready and she nods with her eyes closed. I changed my position and told her to go. Again she takes a deep breath and turns her head to lock in on me, then swings instead of kicks and clips me in the ribs. “Ooof”, that shit hurt! She’s mad! I crouched down and pulled her foot out from under her, sending her crashing back down to the floo

“This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my hardest to not end up like either of the unconscious people around me. My back hits against the cave wall , I am trapped. The wave reaches me , immediately I am engulfed in the most peaceful and warmest feeling ever – like cuddling up with your parents on a cold nig

His attempt to grab me is futile as I effortlessly slip away, leaving him bewildered and astonished. Undeterred by the close encounter, I continue my mad dash towards my destination. The scent of adventure fills the air, urging me forward. The pups in my mouth wriggle with excitement, their tiny paws tickling my tongue. Their trust in me fuels my determination, and I push myself to go faster, to reach our destination before anyone can catch up.