A Young Newcomer

A small light brown pup hurtled into the camp, wide-eyed and panting. He looked around, startled by all of the dogs around, but he need their help. He ran up to a black dog, Blaze, and stammered, "Help! My sister is hurt, please help us!" Blaze looked down at the young pup. He crouched down to be at eye level with him.

"Hi, young one, who are you? I don't recognize you." He didn't take the pup's desperate cries seriously at all.

"My name is Frock, and my sister, Surry, fell! She's stuck down there and I can't get her down without falling myself! Will you help us?" He kept glancing back, as though making sure Surry weren't going to sudenly appear out of the forest. Blaze realized Frock really meant what he was saying. He stood up.

"Let me go talk to my leader, Spark. ome with me." He quickly trotted over to Spark, who was eating a piece of deer with Ember. She looked up when Blaze arrived with Frock scrambling along beind him.

"Who is this, Blaze?" She asked, swallowing a mouthfull of deer meat and standing up.

"This is Frock, he just came. He says his sister Sully fell and is stuck somewhere."

"Surry! Frock corrected him impatiently. He was hopping around on his toes. "Quick, can you help me get her out?" Spark immediately burst into action.

"Yes, where is she? What did she fall into?" she demanded.

"A ravine I think," he answered. "Follow me!" He turned and started running back the way he came.

"Whoa Frock, let me gather my pack first. Spark then juped up onto the High Stone and howled. He pack gathered before her. "This young pup here just arrived, telling me that his sister has fallen an is stuck. We cannot ignored a pup in need, so I want Kisharu, Moona, Echo, Blaze, Star, and Leo to come with me. We never know what we'll find. Let's go!" She jumped off the High Stone and jogged to where Frock was. He quickly turned and once again made for the trees, the dogs following him.

Echo hung back, following behind last. He had a familiar feeing about Frock. Almost as though...no, it couldn't be. He slowed even further, letting the dogs ahead of him slip out of sight. There was something fishy going on here, and he had to find out what.

(If you were chosen to go, comment on how you get Surry out of the narrow ravine. Surry is the black pup, Frock is brown. Bring Surry and Frock back to camp, please.)