BPOV

My whistle pierced the house loudly, causing a rampage of dogs to charge through the living room from different locations of the large two-story house.

I got the leashes and attached to each dog's collar. Jacob, the large russet Anatolian Sheppard, sat still waiting for me to be completed, still wagging his tail enthusiastically. Seth, the sandy colored Akita, pranced and bounced trying to make sure that he was attached too, joined by Sam the large solid black Akita. Leah, my sweet white haired Alaskan malamute, sat and waited her turn as well, seeming to roll her eyes at the energetic males around her.

My sisters and I lived with these mongrels, loving having them around. Most would think that my sisters and I were stupid for owning four incredibly large dogs, but these dogs made us feel much more safe living on our own in this small town, Denali, Alaska.

My sisters Rosalie and Alice were out shopping, making sure that our already stylish wardrobes were up to date on styles. I however having to work, did not wish to join them, also not being into the aspect of shopping as they were.

My name is Isabella "Bella" Marie Hale, and I am twenty years old. My sisters, Rosalie Lillian Hale, are twenty- three and Mary Alice Hale twenty-two. We all work for Eleazar and Carmen, a beautiful couple that deal in search and rescue, which is another reason that we own these four beautiful animals.

At the current moment in time we were all single and hoping that circumstances would change this fact, mainly owing to three men that worked along side us, Mike, Tyler, and Eric, three of the biggest losers that refused to understand that we were just not interested in them. We also worked alongside Tanya, Kate, and Irina, who were unmistakably gorgeous, just like my sisters and I, and unfortunately for us happily in new relationships. But we were happy for them nonetheless.

After attaching the leashes to each collar, I trudged outside in the heavy snow headed for my large truck and the training facility. The training was going well as the dogs were not pulling me along the road to the truck and instead walking along my side, anticipation in their step. After ten minutes of locking the dogs into their respective crates and the forty minute drive to the building, we reached our destination. I climbed out of the enormous King Ranch 250 and unloaded the dogs.

We entered a large edifice with workout locations and varying training exercises. I went to work on different training techniques for the dogs waiting until my coworkers would join me with the other trainees.

Out of no where, the large red emergency phone rang, startling both me and the dogs. The dogs ran strait to the side of the building ready and waiting for instructions. T

his ringing phone only meant one thing, someone was in trouble. I answered the phone with the most calm and authoritative voice I could muster. Normally Carmen did this part, but as she was not here I was left to complete the task.
"Search and recue,"

"This is a missing person report," The female voice said, speaking with authority in her voice, forcing every aspect of my own training to be used. "A young female, age 8 has gone missing from her parents in a skiing accident. Animal rescue needed." by this point I was starting to get nervous.

How was I supposed to get ready, and still be there within a few moments?

As I was speaking, Tanya and Carmen walked in, each holding back two puppies in training, seeing that I was currently on the phone they immediately went into action, Tanya readying the dogs and Carmen reaching for the phone so that I could head out.

"This is Carmen the head of this department. What is the emergency…? What is the general location of the missing child…Mount McKinley? Okay, which side…alright our teams are on their way."

During the conversation Tanya had the dogs attached to the sled and the first aid kit latched in place. I straddled the seat and tore out of the building heading to the west side of the mountain (Carmen had put in the needed information on the GPS navigation system). The dogs were focused and ready for action. I however was terrified, as always, hoping beyond hope that we would find the child quickly.

There was only one other time that my sisters and I had been working here, when we could not find the missing child- a boy about the age of ten. Every time I went out, or even slept, I saw that little boys face in my mind, blonde hair, blue eyes, and small frame. His name was Alec, and worse, he was a twin; she was confused and upset that we could not find her brother. Her paioned expression was still embedded in my memory.

I tore through the trees in a race against time, slowing to a stop beside the mountain rangers and the grieved mother and father.

I unhooked the dogs, who were already pulling at the leashes anyways, and set off after receiving enough information about the child's direction. Due East.

When I made it to the beginning of the trees, I unhooked the leashes and gave them the scent that needed to be found. After about two unnerving minutes the dogs charged through the trees. Good, the trail was hot!

I ran after them with the rangers close behind. Once about ten minutes of running was completed, we found the dogs barking with tails wagging, covering up a young girl. Her face was stained with tears, her small skis were lying broken a little ways a way, and her clothes were torn and messy.

I smiled in jubilation and ran over to the dogs, getting them off of the little girl. I glanced at her arms and legs, noting that there were only minor cuts and scrapes.

"Hello there, I'm Bella and these are my dogs. What's your name?

"B…Bree," she answered, shivering.

"Well how about I take you back to your mom and dad, 'cause they are very worried about you."

"Ok… k…kay," was her whispered and stuttering reply. I pulled her up and took off her wet coat, replacing it with my warm one. A female ranger came over with a snow mobile and helped Bree climb on.

The dogs were circling me and barking happy that they had found who they were looking for. I bent down and started playing their favorite game with them, fetch, rewarding for their good deed. I tossed the bright red ball in the direction we had come and raced them back to the sled.

When we returned I saw the heartwarming scene of mother and child reunited.

The father came up to me and shook my hand warmly thanking me for the work that I had done. I chuckled, "Don't thank me; they are the ones with the really good sense of smell." He laughed, turning to see his wife and daughter being tackled lovingly by four humungous dogs.
"What are their names?" Bree asked, alread a rosy color returning to her cheeks.

"Well, the black one is Sam, the white one is Leah, the big sandy one with the black face is Jacob, and the other sandy one , that is currently licking your face, is Seth."

She giggled petting them all thanking them for rescuing her.

This is what it was all about.