Paw Patrol Wheeler 소설 & 이야기

--- 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.

"The 7-seater black wagon you like has the best safety shields in the entire Duskwild Expanse, Alpha Lyra! It has automatic ice-braking lines. If your pups are riding over the slick mountain passes and the tires lose their grip, the system locks all four wheels instantly to stop a crash." Terry’s eyes go giant. "But your lazy workers just told us there were no test-drives today!" The manager’s face turns completely dark, and he glares at the sales staff sitting on the couch. "They were just busy with other high-rank wolves! It's my fault for not training my pups right. I will give you the biggest coin discount in the city if you buy the wagon today!" He pulls out his phone to call the garage

Alpha Connor Finley BlackPaw of the BlackPaw pack is starting to have an increasing problem with rogues. They’ve been testing the security fencing around the pack trying to find their vulnerable spots. BlackPaw increased their patrols and brought all pack members closer to the center of town where they had an underground shelter for emergencies. He needed help so he called a neighboring ally, the Shadow Mountain pack that was located about an hour away. Alpha Kelvin Shadow dispatched two squads of his elite shadow warriors to assist the BlackPaw pack.

A loud rustle was heard as she jumped through the bush, causing leaves to flutter about like a thrown banquet of flowers. Thud! However, as she landed from the leap, Paige in her wolf form quickly looked around but there was no sight of the vehicle. It had already moved past the area! Paige had missed it! It wasn't even anywhere in sight. Crack! Snap! Paige shifted back into her human form and looked at the tire trails across the floor with a disappointed frown. ' It's a motorbike?' She discerned. Her gaze was full of thoughts as she wondered whether to chase after the vehicle or not.

Nathaniel and Wyatt only need to monitor one of the crazy girls, not both. Nathaniel was able to get trackers on the original two trucks, but not the third. There have been too many people patrolling to get in and out undetected. I want that third one. They only added extra patrols when it joined them. We did notice all the guards are wolves, but they are all carrying guns and few have knives strapped to their legs. Why do wolves need so much weaponry?

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

I needed to hunt down a ride like this. “Hey, my Rover cost me three seasons of prime pelt trading, so don't go acting like it’s a cheap toy,” Zuberi growled, shoving Corwin’s long legs onto the leather bench and slamming the heavy door shut, his tail twitching with irritation. “Though, mine is the updated winter edition. Go ahead and drool over it.” He swung the front door open for me, and I climbed into the heated front cabin, feeling the thick, reinforced leather. Beautiful. I waited for him to slide his massive frame behind the wheel before we talked about high-speed pack vehicles. “I’m looking to claim one... an armored SUV, I mean. What kind of runners do Malakai and Tavon use?” I aske

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.

Teuf opened his eye from where he lay at their feet and seemed to grin before closing it again. “Ate a tire.” “Off a bulldozer. And two patrol cars. A couple of magazines, not the paper kind. Training equipment. You know those suits that we wear while training them to bite? He ate one.” Wyatt started laughing. “What you’re saying is don’t leave him alone with tires.” “He was acting out,” she said, debating how much of the next part she should tell.

Joe stated, pointing down the road. The others followed his line of sight and saw the five cars hurtling down the road towards their school. “You sure those are our people?” Allen asked. “Oh I see our enforcer!” Patty screamed with delight. The five cars screeched to a halt at the parking lot; one truck and four big SUVs. Sure enough, Marcus was standing in the back of the truck and all five cars were packed with South Hartvale Wolves. “Get them!” Marc roared. “I guess our enforcer doesn’t do negotiations,” Joe noted.