Ryder Paw Patrol Age Novels & Stories

I asked. "No," Alex said, turning to face me. "I had to change that. Our pups start at age 5." "Isn't that too young?" I asked, getting closer to him. "I don't believe so," Alex said. "The younger they start, the better. Especially with the constant rogue attacks. We can't be too careful." I understood his concern. "What kind of training do you do with the pups?" I asked. Lex started at the age of three, learning the basics of hiding and knowing where he needed to go if the pack was under attack.

Ryle snickered. “Are you okay with this?” Ryder asked. “I wasn’t even ever expecting to have any pups, at least not this early in my life.” She giggled. “Well, you are actually behind,” he smiled, “by the time my mom turned eighteen she already had two pups.” He laughed. “Oh, please don’t say that.” She lightly slapped his arm. “OMG!” Raden chirped clapping her hands from the door, “I’m gonna be an auntie! And dad, you’re gonna be a Grampy!” she squealed.

I wasn’t much for politics, but when it was your own pack—and now technically my two packs—you couldn’t really avoid it. “What laws have you tried?” I finally asked my mother. She looked at me and smiled slightly. “Territory patrol schedules, trade agreements, the age when formal warrior training starts. Simple things on paper but they always manage to release a lot of emotion. One pack thinks fourteen is too early for it while the other pack thinks it’s too late!” “Fourteen’s fine,” Kayden said immediately. “Any later and you’re just wasting time.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Not everyone wants to spend their teenage years getting their face smashed in during sparring practice.”

It's become a routine for us now. Alonso sits at his usual chair before the table while I sit across him on the chair grabbing the nearest unopened document. It's about a pack called 'The Dark Rose' and the report claims that there are multiple pups missing. I go through everything and notice that the common factor is that all the pups were between ages seven to eleven. Not younger and not older. And mostly either seven or eleven.

At lunch, I make an announcement that we are looking for homes for our newest pack members who range in ages of several months old up to fifteen and that the few older teens who are sixteen or older will stay in the packhouse. “I can take two younger ones,” the mate of one of my border patrol members says. SHe already has two pups who are in their early teens. “I can take some in,” one of the women who lost her mate last year, before they could have any pups calls out. Others add their voices. Some can only take in one, others can take in two or more pups. Soon, most of the children have potential homes, now we just need to pair them up and I work with Lilly and Leon to find the most suitabl

While I was going to be the only consistent volunteer, she did in fact have a few reliable people that came by on their free days. "About thirty-five. We don't enforce pack education, because some of our members are more comfortable with the old method of learning. The pups we have here are traditionally between the ages of four to seven." She answered, pushing a random toy on the floor out of our way as we walked. "Most of the pups we teach here aren't usually from our pack, actually." She added. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean?"

- Kevin asked. - I already said that there was no one else there, I'm alone. - Don't lie, pup. The patrol saw a wolf hunting. - It was me, and I only caught rabbits. I don't hunt pack food. I didn't know I was so close to a pack. I camped there, because there was a river. - You were the wolf? - The alpha chuckles. – But you're 17, you can't shift. - Yes I can. I shift at the age of 12. - Ryan replies proudly.

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

Talia (Age 30) “Ugh! Adina, you need to hurry up! You’ll be late!” I shout at my pup. She is 10 years old now and will be going to a shared human and wolf school in town for 5th grade. She is always running late. I must make my meeting in time if I don’t want to hear my brother scorn me again.

Cassidy arched her brow, the corner of her lips turning upwards. "Yes, he is my son. The oldest at twenty-five, Ethan is eighteen, and Poppy here is fifteen, but You've met her already. She hasn't stopped gushing over the fact that she got to meet you since she visited last month." "Mommmm." Poppy groaned, her cheeks turning pink. "Oh, sorry, sweetie, did I embarrass you?" She laughed. I gave Poppy a little nudge and then a wink earning a smile in return. "Okay, not to sound rude or anything. But how old are you? Do werewolves not age or something because you look like your my age, and I'm twenty-six." Tyler and Cassidy let out a laugh.