Paw Patrol Ranger Novels & Stories

“I’m tired of running and hiding; hiding when I could be fighting. I should be fighting. I would do anything to protect the ones I love.” In a sudden shift of atmosphere, the great wolf’s eyes blinked for the first time. For such a small action, it sent a wave of energy through Ranger’s body. The wolf then turned and walked off into the darkness. For such a massive beast, its feet hardly made a sound on the forest floor. When Ranger was certain it was gone, he stood up. As he rose to his feet, he realized he was standing with a newfound confidence; a surge of motivation to move on.

So, believe it or not, I actually enjoy patrols. Training, no. Patrols, yes. Training means working on strengths and skills I don’t really have; I’d even go as far as calling myself a pacifist. I just don’t like violence and prefer to avoid it at all costs, even if it’s to defend myself. Defending Jennifer on the other hand is a different matter, and now that she’s carrying our pup, I do want to be able to protect them from anything. Patrols are different though. Everyone eighteen and over is required to do patrol shifts. This is so everyone contributes to protecting the pack. It’s not a hard job. You just spend a few hours in a designated section of the pack border trotting up and down in w