A dog lay on the ground between two others, it's eyes closed peacefully and it's paws tucked neatly under it. He lay so still that anyone could've thought he was dead.
The German shepherd's eyes slowly flickered open, and he heard a gentle voice whisper, "Be quiet, he's finally waking up."
The dog sat up, blinking his dark blue eyes sleepily. "Where-where am I?" he asked puzzled. "Who are you?"
A smaller of the two other dogs shifted and said something quietly to her father.
"You are in the Northern Forest, next to Whispering Woods Road." The older dog said calmly. "My name is Skip, and this is my daughter Holly. We're loners."
The German shepherd looked around quickly, and then let out a sharp intake of breath as pain scoured through him.
"Careful!" Holly said nervously. "You're injured."
The German Shepherd closed his good eye and sighed. "What happened to me?"
"You don't know?" Skip asked, puzzled. He said to his daughter, "He must have lost his memory."
The young dog looked up sharply. He's right; I don't remember anything. Who am I?
Seeing the dismay is his eyes, Holly said soothingly, "It's alright. You might remember soon. You're still very tired, I can tell. You need to get more sleep."
The German shepherd nodded without arguing. He was very tired. Maybe the next time he woke up he would remember everything.
Alright, sorry about the short chapter, but I have a bit of Writer's Block. I need a new name for Breezepad. You know, a rogue-type name. Like Brandy, Sam, or Ice or something of that sort. Could you maybe help me out:)