Chapter seven: Trouble

"Tramp... wake up..." nudged Boris gently, but Tramp was still asleep, no doubt Tramp would have slept the whole day if Boris was alone.

"Let me..." said Buster as he raised his paw and with one swift motion punched Tramp, hard, on the shoulder.

Tramp yelped and with a jump took a defensive stance, even if his face was that of a scared pup.

"Wow! Calm down bud! It's only us.." explained Buster.

"Why did you hit me? And where is Peg?" he said as he turned to Boris.

"She's with Jessica, remember our arrangement?"

"Oh.. right, you sure..."

"She'll be fine, but now we have a problem" interrupted Buster.

"Yes, our friends have told us that a new dog pack has arrived in the city" said Boris.

"And?"

"There are rumors that they attack other dogs on site, there is no diplomacy with them or so some say, I believe we can negotiate" explained Boris.

"I heard they sent a ripped a dogcatchers leg!" added Buster.

"While I don't believe the more extreme rumors it's worth checking out" said Boris.

"So I'm guessing they are near our territory?" asked Tramp.

"They are actually on it, they made home for themselves at the train station" answered Boris.

"And how do we check it out? What if they are as dangerous as the rumors say?"

"That's why we are bringing seven more dogs with us, me and Buster are going to rally them right now, you get ready." Boris and Buster disappeared into the main part of the junkyard. Tramp drank some water and ate some remains of a chicken leg from before.

"I have a bad felling" he rounded the corner and meet the rest of the party. He noticed that the dog in front of him were the best fighters the junkyard and the surrounding area had to offer. One in particular stood out, a white irish wolfhound, taller then even Boris, he wore his many scars with pride.

Boris, seeing as everyone had arrived, used his nose and opened the gate. As the leader of the junkyard he went first, the rest following behind with Tramp and Buster at the end.

"So you think these dogs are dangerous?" whispered Buster to Tramp.

"I think so, we should have brought more dogs with us, who knows how many there are now?!"

"I know! I tried to convince Boris, but he wouldn't have any of it, he thinks everyone in this world is civil"

"Old dogs! They just don't understand" they had a small laugh at Tramp words before a new face joined the conversation.

"I will hear no more from you two!" a black and tan coonhound, about six years old and with a scar running across his muzzle, a great fighter in his own right.

And as he told them the pups did shut up, while not that big the hound had a deep voice and stoic face that commanded respect.

"That dog lead us long before you were born and he was never wrong"

As Tramp and Buster just stayed quiet the hound just scanned them one more time and then speed up to join Boris and the wolfhound who were now sharing their position.

Seeing that Buster had no interest in a another conversation Tramp continued on quite to.

"True, Boris did lead our pack for a long time and he is usually right, but I don't think he can stand up to this new threat" thought Tramp.

It took the party a few more minutes to arrive to the train station, Boris wanted to release a howl to call the pack to them, but he was beaten by a sentry, in a few seconds in front of them appeared around thirty dogs.

A wave of fright went thru Tramps companions, the wolfhound did tense up a little, but still kept a cool expression, the coonhound seemed a little worried, maybe he was even questioning Boris, but he kept his place right next to his leader. Boris on the other paw remained unmoved, he didn't even lift his guard, he only spoke:

"I would want to have a word with your leader"

The other dogs, expecting an ambush, were confused. After few seconds a young husky came in front of the group, Tramp was sure he wasn't even fully grown.

"Well our leader isn't here, but since I am his son I will be the one talking to you. What do you want?" explained the husky.

"We just want to welcome you to our town and extend out paw in friendship, we hope for a great future living side by side with you" said Boris.

As the two exchanged words Buster started looking around, he saw that Tramps was bearing his teeth at some rottweiler the rest of his pack mates also picked a rival dog to have a staring contest with, this was to boring for Buster, he started checking the other dogs out, looking for a weakness and was surprised by what he saw.

Of the thirty rival dogs only ten seemed ready for a fight, the rest looked like they could cry on the weary spot.

"The tougher ones must rule thru fear" he thought and returned his attention back to the conversation.

"While your offer is tempting, we must decline. There is only one type of negotiation in our pack, submit or die" said the husky, bearing his teeth now two.

"Well then, we shall be on out way" said Boris and backed of, he wasn't a coward, he just knew not to start a battle that he cant win.

"Oh no you don't" said the husky, he left out a soft howl, a signal to the others to attack.

His pack charged while Boris braced the defense...


Well sorry for ending this chapter hear at a cliffhanger.

Anyway, I'm not abandoning this fanfic, it just takes me time to write, I will finish it and there will be at least a chapter per month.

Thanks for reading.