Paw Patrol Dogs Everest Novels & Stories

“C’mon, Evie!” A smiley pant on her face, the tan Sheltie leapt nimbly to her feet and zipped into the garage on Zoe’s heels. Teri followed more slowly, only in part to give her daughter time to get the harness on the dog. Her mind was still on the email from Dr. Johansen.

This should be ruining his plan… unless it’s not her… or unless him leaping over that exact spot was no accident. “Devlin,” he finally speaks in my direction, as if we're old friends who are casually passing each other by. "Did you set that?" I whisper so low that I’m not sure he’ll hear me, but an amused huff has my head swinging his way. His face gives nothing away as usual, and just as the corner of his mouth tips up, unnoticeable to anyone else, another three wolves descend from the tree line. Their heads are all low to the ground, growling with their teeth bared, as they approach with tentative steps until one looks at Corbyn, then tips his nose to the sky and howls.

Show off, wasn't even going to take off his clothes first. I don't hesitate, I let go of myself and let my panther take over. Thank you, Jesus, I was about to go insane trapped indoors that long. My panther runs side by side with Charlie's wolf as we take off through the open gates, held by a pack member on each side. I'd never actually seen Charlie's wolf, but it was definitely larger than your average pack member. It looked probably five feet high at the shoulders, with tons of fuzzy brown hair covering its massive body. His size was comparable to Ike's. Its eyes match Charlie's; brown, rimmed with eye-catching circles of gold.

Sitting on the soft carpet on the floor, Exequiel let his back touch the ground. "Hah, that was wild." He laughed while catching his breath. On the other hand,. Scott didn't have any choice but to wear white pajamas with black dots that resembled a Dalmatian dog. To summarize it, Patrish is the panda, Hera is the tiger, Kianna is the sheep, Scott is the dog, Warren is the fox, Kyler is the bunny, and lastly, Exequiel is the green dinosaur. "Who came up with this lame idea?"

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Goodness, fine!" I helped her stand and she brushed herself off. She glared at all the dogs before lifting her hand. "Sit!" Then, six butts hit the ground. The dogs' tails thudded against the earth and saliva dripped to the grass from panting mouths. She pointed at each one of the dogs and spoke their names, I forgot them all as soon as she spoke them. Except one. Daisy was this huge Bernese Mountain dog with thick fur and a huge loving smile. I already knew she was going to be my favorite. I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite.

Something clicked in my mind, a connection forming instantly. I strode quickly around the building, my heart suddenly racing. There, huddled beneath the sheltered porch, was a familiar small white dog—Snowpaw. Aurora's dog. I froze, staring at the bedraggled animal. Snowpaw recognized me immediately, bounding forward with soft yips of familiarity. My hands trembled slightly as I knelt to scoop up the dog. "Snowpaw," I whispered, my voice rough with sudden emotion. "What are you doing here?"

We head for the tree line and shift then take off. My beast is Max, he is mostly black other than the tips of his ears and tail are a light shade of gray. Chester, Chris' beast is a blonde with white socks on all four paws. Nate's beast Merlin, is a light gray and all four paws and the tip of his tair are white. We run and play tackle eatch other for a while. After a few hours, we get back to the pack house just in time for breakfast.

Senthaiz smiled, grateful for the presence of her furry friend. With a gentle pat on Poppy's head, Senthaiz knelt down to meet her at eye level. She whispered sweet words to her companion, expressing gratitude for the unwavering companionship and comfort Poppy provided. The dog responded with a joyful bark, as if understanding every word and offering her own form of reassurance.

There has been nothing over the link from any of the patrols. Six grey wolves with matted fur and a rabid, empty darkness in their eyes, come barrelling between the trees. “Rogues.” I call our at the top of my lungs and over the open link with the rest of the Elite Warriors. My clothes rip and fall from my body as my wolf erupts to the surface. Six rogues is nothing for Uriel and I, but if more follow, we will need our men to have our backs. “How the fuck did they get past the patrols?” Uriel seethes as his wolf runs beside mine.

*** Rob JR *** Pulling into Pierre’s pack land was large and vast it seemed I saw several moving trucks probably 70 maybe 100 moving trucks and the crazy part they were big tractor trailer trucks not the small ones either. I was approached by a couple wolves in wolf form as they escorted me it seemed to Pierre’s Beta . He looked toward me and smiled and gave me a wave . I parked slowly right in front of the pack house it seemed, and when I got out the SUV he had approached me and bared his neck a bit to show respect and allegiance.