Paw Patrol Tracker Character Novels & Stories

So for now, we just continue with the patrol schedule and do our best to protect all the members of the Alliance. I want to make into EAS and I think I might have an a good shot. My Dad has been training me since I was 8 and my mom has been teaching me to be a tracker since I was 10. My Dad trained me because he wanted to be sure that I would at least be able to escape should we be attacked by rogues or if I'm in any type of danger. My Mom only stated training me after I turn 10, when she realised I have some, very under developed, tracker instincts. You can only become a tracker if you have some enhanced senses and the intuition of anticipating your marks movements. Even though most wolves

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?"

He wraps his little fingers around my hand, "I'm so happy you're coming, Alora! I really wanted to show you the Trackers!" "What is a Tracker?" I had heard of them when Aiden and Hendrick talked about patrols, but I was only ever told that they were specialized Sentries. "They're trained to hunt down Wolves. Mostly Rogues and fugitives- they're like really cool!" Addison gushes. Jayden smirks and pitches in, "It's like our equivalent to the FBI or CIA. You have Sentries which are like guards and peacekeepers. And then the Trackers are more specific to capturing criminals, Rogues, or missing Wolves. And then you have Hunters-which are few and far between, and kinda controversial. They're assa

“By the way, Miss Gray, our mechanic found two trackers hidden under your car.” “Two what?” Amy asked. “Trackers are tiny gadgets that tell someone where your car is at all times,” Jayden explained. “I put one of them under your car at Victor’s request. I don’t know anything about the second one.” “Is Victor's tracker how I got my car back?” “No doubt,” I told her. I also didn’t doubt that the teacher was there to protect me. “Can I have the trackers?” Jayden asked the cop. “I want to try to identify the other one. I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

I growled, intending to give him what he wanted. "I only know his face. But I know his spawn, his name is Damien." The tracker replied. A growl tore through me, remembering the name that haunted Claire. "You may have him." I assured the tracker. With a grateful nod his pace quickened through the forest, "Now, lets focus on finding the Luna." I growled at him, "My story will not have the same ending." "We will make sure of that." The tracker nodded, increasing his pace. I was beginning to feel great respect for the man, and I sympathized with him over the loss of his mate.

Dahlia spoke up as the wolf approached my father. “That’s an oddly powerful yet strange looking wolf,” Troy commented. “Who’s Arthur?” Angelo asked. “The wolf,” Kieran replied. “Who does the wolf belong to?” Boris followed up. “Paxton,” I replied. I already knew about his destiny. “PAXTON?” the guys asked in disbelief. He was pretty large for a ten year old. He was almost as large as Skye. “Yes, Paxton Keller! Now can we please get on with this?” Dahlia said impatiently. She’s a great guardian.

"You know who I am. I don't know who you are." "You will know." Branches snap to the left. Malik turns that way, but there's nothing—only darkness. When I turn to where the voice was coming from, the sound vanishes. Cassian curses under his breath. Pandora opens the laptop once more. "Tracker's on the move—faster." "Where?" Cassian growls. She hesitates. "Not from us. Around us." Malik's head jerks up. "He's making a loop."

--- Rage followed Rex on his first patrol into the North. The grey wolf was too old to run much anymore. But its grandson, the small grey wolf Sylvan had brought back from the forest, was already grown. Rage had named him Firepaw—for the patch of dark red fur on his right front paw. He walked behind Rex with Firepaw at his side, across the ice plains for a whole day. When he returned, his boots were covered in frozen soil and ice chips. He ran to Luna and held up the small handful of thistle root tendrils clutched in his fist for her to see.

“But keep them in check. Which pack are you all from?” “We’re from the Black Shadow Pack,” Cole answers while Pixie wraps a protective arm around me. I turn my gaze back to Danny, then to Pixie. “How… how did you find me?” I ask, my voice sounding small even to my own ears. Pixie smiles sadly, “I’m a tracker, and you’re my best friend, Casey. I couldn’t just let you disappear without a trace.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. It feels so good to see her again, even if the circumstances are beyond bizarre.

Dre shouted horrified. “Xeon said he had everything in control,” Alpha Arrow frowned. “You don’t understand, Daddy !! Unknown to others, Treco is a Beta and a tracker too ! He can easily circumvent all traps and can instead, lure the enemy to his planted ones. Oh fuck ! What about Xeon ? And damn ! I swore in front of you. Shit ! No not again dammit ! Ughh,” Dre said infuriated but then successfully, shook himself out of the cursing loop. “Sorry for cursing, Daddy but I gotta save my mate,” he urgently said.