Ryder Paw Patrol Age Novels & Stories

name: Emily smiles Age: 16 years old Special abilities: None Rank: omega I flipped open another file and it was kats -name: kat valley - Age: 17 years old -special abilities: None - Rank: omega The files went on and on and on, faces that I haven't seen for months at the pack and they were all the same age and same rank. -Haven Ryder Age:17 Special abilities: none -rank: omega -Kelly Clarke -age: 17 Special abilities: none Rank: omega

Daughter of Alpha Noah Bluedawn, his best friend, his savior. Payne was only a twelve-year-old young wolf when he met Noah, a seventeen-year-old Alpha who had just gotten married to a beautiful girl from another country. They bonded through their struggles as a young wolf with an Alpha power, and when Noah loses his life, he vows to look into it and get an act of revenge, especially when he sees two-year-old Skylark at her parent’s funeral.

--- 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.

They really need to be disciplined more but there is no time for that now. Troy is just 16 years old, normally border patrol is 18 and up but we need all the men we can spare. A lot of them lost their fathers and brothers in this war. The same goes for Troy he is now the oldest in his family after his father and two older brothers were killed when the wolves came into our territory. He is now responsible for his younger sister and mother, that is how it goes in packs, the oldest man is head of the family and therefore responsible for protecting and providing for his family. It is a lot of pressure on a young kid like him.

And no, I’m not strictly speaking sexually. River and Sage enjoyed their visit to the pack house. They met several of the pack’s youths that are near their age and were able to participate in training sessions. They weren’t on the same level as their peers, but that was expected. Our pack starts training children as young as ten. So the others had years of training experience. But they are catching up quickly.

I said, watching as the group moved into what I thought was the warrior pose. “So, right now, because you’re of age to be in a tribe but not sorted, you’re technically an Eagle.” “How old do your wolves have to be to train, to be in a tribe?” “Sixteen. Nami was only sorted recently, so I think that’s why she’s so passionate about the Salmon tribe still. The young wolves especially love it, and the pups get so excited to be sorted, to find out what tribe they’re in.”

Once they leave, I turn to Ryder. "Are you ready for this?" I ask, sitting on his lap. We've been together for fifteen years, and sometimes it still feels like it was just yesterday that he was the shy alpha who could barely speak to me. "I can't wait, actually. Let's show these young people what we're made of." Say what? "What do you mean, young people? We're only a few years older than most of them. I'm thirty-nine, not a hundred and nine." He starts laughing and kisses my cheek.

CLAIR I closed the shower and pulled my towel from where it was hanging to dry off before wrapping it around my body. I only have twenty minutes left before my time starts at the daycare. The daycare houses pups from two to five years old, from six o’clock in the morning up to five o’clock in the afternoon. It would be either their parents were warriors who were in training or had tasks to do, or parents that were working in and outside the territory.

Ryder questions while sitting with his legs crossed and his arms resting on his legs. “I just had to get air,” I answer while wiping my face and look at Ryder noticing something in his scent is familiar yet different. “You’re a wolf?” I question while looking over at him and his brow furrows making me smile a little bit. “Yeah, first full moon after my 13th birthday, are you?” He questions making me blush slightly and I nod my head which makes him smile. “I changed when I was nine,” I answer while brushing my hair back feeling a bit lost with everything that’s happening.

I asked. “I met the triplets last night and I was wondering if maybe it would be alright if I worked with the junior warrior program and maybe even started a training program for the younger pups as well,” he offered. “How young do they usually start? I am not familiar with all of this so any information you give is appreciated,” I explained. “Some Alphas don’t start training pups until adolescence and others start pups when they are 7 or 8 years old. So it’s up to you Alpha, I would at least start pups at 8 years old,” he replied.