I apologize for the looong delay between chapters, but I was working on my other story "Pup Pup Sonfics."

I also apologize to those of you who were reading and liked it. Unfortunately, due to legal reasons (story's are not to contain copied, copyrighted song lyrics of any kind) I was not aware of when I posted it, I had to take down the story and pretty much can the idea. In articles I read about songfics, the reason they are forbidden is because it's like downloading a pirated copy of the song. That makes no sense to me, because i'm only using one half of the song. In my opinion, sometimes it doesn't matted how good the lyrics are if I don't like the music, And vice versa. Besides, if anything I'm promoting the songs I use through my stories. I mean, had anyone heard the song "What If I Said" by Anita Cochran and Steve Wariner before i used it in my story. . . Has anyone gone to Youtube to look it up since?

Either way, it sucks because it got very good reception from the community!

Between you and me, I think using the word Songfic in the title was a red flag. So, i'm thinking of just coming up a different title and just continuing the series anyway. . . Or I could just let everyone know when I have a new Songfic through on of my other stories, and just PM them the story. . . Let me know what you think!

Enough ranting. . . On with the Story!


Chapter 6

In the moonlight, the two pups could see the winding ribbon of silver the river created in the darkness beyond them. "Wow," Rubble stared in awe, "it's beautiful."

Dundee nodded, and then looked around. "Now then, the ground close to the river should be damp enough to follow footprints." The dingo once again looked at the sky. "Rubble, we need to find them fast before the storm comes and washes them away." He looked back at the form of the bulldog, and asked. "Now, would Alex have been wearing tennis shoes of hiking boots?"

The bulldog's glowing eyes moved back and forth in the darkness as he shook his head. "As far as I know, Alex didn't have a pair of hiking boots." He smiled, "and if he got new ones, he would have been showing them off to everyone in town."

The dingo smiled back, "tennis shoes it is." His emerald eyes grew concerned, "That means the prints won't be as deep." As he cast his eyes across to the other side of the river, he noticed a series of boulders partially submerged under the water. Dundee smiled because he knew he could hop from rock to rock to get to the other side. Glancing back at Rubble, he said. "We need to search both sides of the river, so I'll hop those rocks to the other side and search for prints over there."

"Are you sure you can do it?" Rubble said concerned.

Dundee's smile grew, "positive mate. Marshall said I'm almost fully healed, and I've hopped stones much wider than that before." He started walking to the first stone, and climbed on top. Once there, he tried to judge the distance of his first jump.

"Alright. . ." The bulldog said, not fully convinced "Just be careful. . . Please?"

The dingo looked down at Rubble with confidence in his green eyes. "I'll be graceful as a gazelle, mate" He smiled as Rubble rolled his amber eyes.

Dundee set his eyes back on the second stone in the middle of the rushing water. The distance between this boulder and the one he was attempting to jump was the longest. He crouched down to get the spring out of his new hind legs, and jumped with all his strength. And as he gracefully flew through the air, the dingo knew he had judged the jump to perfection.

Unfortunately, the landing was not so graceful.

Just before he landed, Dundee realized that the rock he was about to land on was very, very slippery. 'Oh well, too late now.' A split second later when he landed, the dingo instantly had no grip on the stone whatsoever. As a result, all four legs splayed out in all four directions, which caused him to land directly on his chest.

Dundee yelped as he heard his ribs crack, and pain exploded through his body.

From the shoreline Rubble became more concerned. "Are you okay?" He shouted.

The dingo pushed himself to where he was standing on top of the stone, rather than laying on it. Glancing down, he became very grateful that the darkness now disguised the scrapes and cuts (and what were sure to be bruises) that covered his ginger fur. If it were still daylight, Rubble would definitely notice.

Ignoring the pain, he set his sights on the next stone in the middle of the river. While the distance was now the shortest, this rock was the smallest. 'I don't think it's a good idea to jump to that one and stop,' He thought. "Guess I'll just hopscotch across." He then said out loud. . . Too loud, as it turned out.

"What?" The bulldog said from the shoreline.

Dundee cringed. 'I really hope he's just asking what I said, and not asking what the heck I think I'm doing.' In spite of everything, he chuckled. 'It's not like he could stop me though.' To Rubble he said, "Just thinking out loud."

Once again, the dingo judged the leap. Then he took a deep breath, and hopped gracefully across the next three stones to the other side. He turned around, and smirked. "See, graceful as a gazelle." When Rubble just glared at him, he decided to focus on the job at hand. "Alright, like I said. You search that side and I'll cover this side. . . Just make sure we don't lose sight of each other."

At that moment, the dingo felt the first few large drops of rain. And, the wind started to pick up.

Now, keeping track of each other would be easier said than done.


"Alex, can you hear me mate?" Dundee called out for about the sixth time. A second later, he heard Rubble calling the boy in the distance. The steady sprinkle of rain washed away the possible footprints, so they resorted to plan B, which was calling out the boy's name and hoping for a response.

However, plan B wasn't working well either. The sprinkle was starting to make it hard for the pups to see each other across the river.

Rubble called out for the Alex again, and listened for a few seconds. Once again, he got no response from the boy. "Dundee, can you hear me? Now, he got no response from the dingo. He called out the pups name again, but the only thing he heard was the sound of light, steady rain hitting the leaves of the trees.

The bulldog was now cold, wet, tired, and completely alone in the forest. Once that realization sunk in, he added terrified to the list, and did the only thing he could do.

He called Ryder.

"Are you there," the frightened and exhausted bulldog asked his leader. "Can you hear me?"

"Rubble, are you okay?"

"I'm lost, and I can't find Dundee." The pup was almost in tears.

"Where are you?"

Rubble looked around, "I'm at the river. . . Dundee went to the other side to search for Alex" He sniffed trying to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you two to come back over an hour ago. . . Chase and I will come find you, just stay where you are. . . Do you want me to keep talking to you?"

The pup thought about that for only a short moment, "Yes. That is, if you don't mind."

'So much for being the tough pup', he thought.


"Ryder," the dingo asked again. "Can you hear me?" When he got no response, he sighed. 'I probably broke it when I landed on my chest', he thought. 'Guess I need to find somewhere to get out of this rain, or I'll end up with a cold. That, and I'm no good to Alex if I don't get at least a little sleep.'

His mind made up, the dingo started looking for anything that would protect him from the rain. First, Dundee found a hollow log that could have worked if had been a little bigger. Then, he found a large tree that would have been just fine, but some of the branches made Dundee a little nervous. That and he could see lightning in the distance. He knew with electrical storms, under a tree is the last place you want to be.

As he kept looking, the only sound that crossed his ears was the pounding of the rain. It was so constant, it was almost became white noise to the ginger pup. Suddenly, a different noise came through the rain, one that made the dingo's hear skip a beat.

It was the sound of someone crying.

He closed his eyes to focus on the sound coming to his ears. Once he knew the direction it was coming from, he broke into a run to follow it.

The noise became louder and louder as Dundee ran. Finally, he saw a figure in the form of a twelve year old boy come into view. Even though his face was damp with rain, Dundee knew that there had also been tears in those blue eyes. The ginger pup noticed the soaking wet orange shirt the boy was wearing had a tear on the left shoulder, and smiled.

When the boy noticed Dundee, he put his hands to the ground and started to back away. "P-Please don't eat me."

"Calm down," Dundee said softly. "I'm not going to eat you. . . " He smiled, "My name is Dundee; I've been helping Ryder and the PAW Patrol. . . Are you Alex?"

The boy slowly nodded, "Yes."


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