Disclaimer: I don't own PAW Patrol
Crescent's POV
I walked quietly down the street, heading towards the Pound. It was unusually quiet, for this time of day. Usually the deadbeats with jobs were heading home now. No matter, empty roads means safe passage for me and no questioning.
When I got to the pound, I waited a moment before I walked in. An idea came to me. I slipped off my collar and removed the tag before turning it inside out. It was no longer teal, but yellow, clashing greatly with my fur color. Aw well. It's not like it's permenant, anyways. I hid the tag under some bushes. Afterwords, I brushed aside the tuft of fur on my head that usually covered part of my left eye. Finally, I lept in a muddy puddle of water that was left outside the building by a rainstorm a few nights back. It would make it harder to distinguish my fur color as well as desguise my scent. Don't want that mutt to recodnize me. I looked at my reflection in the puddle when it had stilled. "Oh Crescent. Where has your life gone?" I muttered to myself before shaking my pelt to climp the mud togther. Sighing, I grabbed a stone and made my way into the building.
I stealthily slipped past the dude at the desk, who was sleeping, and slipped into the room with the dogs. I sniffed at the stench of all the dogs at once. Uhg. God, let it be over soon.
I crept behind the carriers, looking out for any sign of Maddie. I'd recondize her scent anywhere, even mixed in with all the other dogs'. I didn't spot it. Even after I'd circled the entire room. But then I caught something. A whiff, faint and growing stale, but still recodnizable. It was mingled closely by another dog's, a male, if I'm not mistaken. Apparently they managed to escape from their cages and made a break for it. So, that little mutt thinks she can escape punishment so easily, hmm? Well, she thought wrong. And I'm going to prove it to her by stealing everything. Everything.
Starting with her new friend.
