Green Means Go Paw Patrol 소설 & 이야기

I’m glad, I am happy you are learning to protect yourself better since you don’t quite have all your powers. I would love nothing more than to get to know you better. My favorite color is green and I love strawberries as well. Our pack chef makes an amazing strawberry shortcake that you would love. If you love garden’s so much I can’t wait for you to see our greenhouse. I can’t wait to see one of your paintings, I’ll have to get an art studio set up for you.

he shrugged nonchalantly. "Was that an apology?" Ashley leaned over to ask Suzanne in a whisper. Suzanne gave her a low chuckle as she shrugged. "I suppose," she muttered. Andrew cleared his throat. "Alright, down to business," he started. They all looked at him. "This is our first mission as E-rank, and no matter how lowly it seems, we must not take it for granted. The documents you're all holding states that Patches is a Golden Retriever, brown coated, with a pink bow and a similar color of collar," Andrew said as he switched on his laptop. He got pictures of how Patches looked like from the various pictures Mrs Paulina had posted online.

“Try harder, Vladimir! See with your mind, not eyes! Focus on the battle camp, shape it as you desire, move it around, control your Aura.” When I don’t train, I study. “Tell me what the colors of Aura represent,” he says. “Black,” I start to say, “is the color of evil. Blue is for leadership, red for power. Green is for strong, yellow happiness, pink is normally for females and represents love, while orange is for loyalty. Brown is for healers…,” I start to explain. “You are wrong! Orange is for healers, while brown is for loyalty. Again, from the beginning.”

Father and Uncle like to keep us in shape and show us the ropes to what is expected of us when we are leaders. Being on patrol means Kia gets to come out for a run. With so much pent-up energy a run around the pack grounds for a few hours is just what she needs. She’s been a lot quieter than usual and we still haven't spoken about what happened with Grace. I just hope Friday helps her settle down.

Hank, too, is staring at my momma with lust in his eyes. “Take her to the lineup.” Momma says to the women and I’m pulled away and I act terrified. I know I will be saved, but I have to act scared. I hear a roar and turn my head and I see the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. This must be the Patger. It is pacing nervously in the cage. It’s all black with faint orange stripes underneath. The face is like a tiger. It has amber-green eyes. It looks right at me and I just stare back. This is so wrong.

POV: AARON My paws struck the water formed by the fine drizzle that soaked my fur, the sound muffled by the steady rhythm of my steps on the drenched ground. The cold tried to seep in, but it couldn’t penetrate the thick Lupine coat that protected me. The longing and desperate need to see my pup burned in my chest, a flame nothing could extinguish. Rigan was alive. I released a howl to the sky, a burst of pure happiness that echoed through the forest, reverberating among the tall, shadowed trees.

Yet I never doubted the message Cherry sent to me in this dream. My mate would be back with me soon! “Nuu-Chah, please heal my mate, your special wolf, with your utmost power,” I mumbled. "I promise to take care of every shifter in your custody." Later, I mind linked Bert over to the pack house. "Let's go and visit Jason in the territory of the Whitemoon Pack. How's everything going on there now?” I asked as Bert followed me out. “Our warriors are marking the land with the sigil of Starsmoon now.” “Good. How many families have signed up to get relocated in Whitemoon?” I started the engine and drove away.

“The main attraction is the Moon Hunt itself.” “The what now?” I raise my brows in question. “You go into the forest and hunt wolves.” My jaw drops. “I’m sorry, what?” She laughs. “Not real dangerous wolves, silly. They’re trained shifters who volunteer. They wear color-coded patches. If I remember correctly then the green patch earns you the lowest points, red is moderate, gold is rare, and white…” She whistles. “White is nearly impossible. Only elite-level trainees ever catch those.”

He pulled her down beside him, arm around her waist, warmth blooming, their laughter mingling, a vow in every jest. Lila’s scroll unfurled, hazel eyes sparkling, voice bright, showing pups her sketch. “See, the stones—like our pack, standing tall!” Spark yipped, vibrant. Stars, Lila—shine, lead! Pups cheered, their crowns bold, dawn catching their joy, her courage their guide.

In my case, while I did think it was harsh on the body, it wasn’t unbearable per se. I caught sight of myself at the nearby pond. I was relatively small in size, but I knew from my parents that that meant I shall work on my speed. My fur was a beautiful silver gray, and my eyes the same shade of dark green as Alex's. I yapped happily, and Alex soon enough shifted as well, and let out a loud howl of victory. It was a call for his pack to come out and play, to come out and celebrate their Luna who had shifted for the first time.