NOTE: Before we begin, I won't be describing most of the characters, since they are part of the show. They do not belong to me, they belong to TVO Kids and Nickelodeon.

My OC Rex is mine. He is a pup, aged 1 year and 8 months.

It was midday in a forest near Adventure Bay. A forest fire had broken out in full swing and, in the middle of it all, a wolf pup trying to save the animals.

"If only there was something that scared them more than fire!" he thought aloud. A smile grew on his face. "I've got it!"

He ran towards the animals, growling like a rabid dog. The animals ran for their lives, completely ignoring the fire. "Success," he coughed. "Now, to get out of here."

He took one step only to collapse to the ground. "I.. can't breathe!" He started dragging himself on the ground, his fur and skin burning, the creaks and groans of the trees around them as they burned. Soon, all he could see was red and yellow until everything faded to black. He felt nothing.

"What is this place? Am I dead? Hello?!" he tried to yell, but no sound left his mouth.

Meanwhile, nearby…

"Skye, what can you see?" Ryder asked through his pad.

"The animals are scared, but safe," she responded through her communicator.

"Understood. Anything else?" Ryder watched the flames, growing more anxious by the minute.

"Fire, smore, more fire," she said as she maneuvered her helicopter, avoiding what she could. "Wait, there's something down there! Far north, but I can't tell what it-" She paused as she analyzed the object. A black ball sat in the middle of a sea of brown and green, but she couldn't focus on it well enough to know what it was.

"Alright, Marshall, battle the fire on the perimeter. That way, it'll keep it contained. Chase, follow me in your truck. Don't forget to wear your masks."

"On it!" Marshall barked.

"Yes, sir!" Chase saluted. "Where are we going?" he asked, attempting to sniff the smoke filled air. It was impossible to smell anything other than smoke and ash.

"I've got a feeling…" he trailed off as he put on his protective mask, speeding up into the forest. A few minutes in and the heat continued to rise as they searched.

"Ryder, there!" Chase yelled, pointing to a black pup lying in the middle of a clearing, between some fallen logs and burning embers.

"I see it! It looks like, a wolf?" Ryder questioned. His fur was black. His chest was brown. His paws had tattoos of red flames.

"Sir, he's unconscious," he whined.

"Good spotting, Chase. You know what to do."

"On it, Ryder!" Chase ran in between a gap in the fire, avoiding the flames easily. He pressed his ear against the pups chest. "He's hardly breathing," he declared, trying to pick him up.

"Let's get him out of here, Chase. Hurry!"

NOTE: In my story, the pups grow at a slower rate. They mature, however, between the ages of 1 and 2 years old.

Note: thanks to Doxchasingchase_ for helping tune and language translation