Tramp looked on as Annette nuzzled her brother for what would probably be the last time. Scamp and Angel's new owners were almost here. Once they arrived, he would never see his son again. As prepared as he was for this day, he still hated that he didn't know exactly where his son would now reside. It felt like the time Scamp had run away all over again, or the time that Annette had snuck out...

His ears perked up as soon as he heard the dog door in the kitchen flap open. It wasn't as loud as it normally should've been. Strange. Maybe his hearing was starting to fade, a side effect of age.

He lied there for a moment more, before challenging his entire body by lifting his head up. This was a great challenge and by the time he had finally managed to do this, he found that several parts of his body seemed to be aching, more out of fatigue than anything else. He tried his best not to shake as he steadily held his head up, for fear that he would awaken Lady.

The love of his life had been particularly strict when it came to his injuries. To the point where he felt as if he no longer controlled his own life. She fretted about every little thing. She didn't allow him to walk around without her, he couldn't even begin to think of doing anything physical and well...it was getting a little frustrating. He appreciated her caring, albeit sometimes intrusive, ways, but as someone who was once a street dog, the restrictions that she put on him were getting a little claustrophobic.

Something alarming suddenly broke Tramp out of his thoughts. While he had been lost in thought, his eyes were absentmindedly scanning the room. When they landed on his daughters' bed, they went wide in shock. Only two of his three daughters were sleeping peacefully in the bed. Annette was gone. His heart beat quickly rose and his eyes went wide with fear. Protective instincts kicked in, and he immediately fought the fatigue in his body with an attempt to get up. He stopped himself when he sheepishly realized that Annette may have simply gone to the kitchen for a bite to eat or something to drink.

Calming down, he lied there for a few moments, waiting patiently to hear his daughter settle back into bed. Eventually even falling asleep.

When he woke up, he chastised himself for falling asleep and started worrying again.

Then it struck him, the flapping of the dog door, his missing daughter. His mind connected the two dots, and he quickly, but gently rose up, careful not to disturb his mate. He worked especially hard to not groan from pain, as his body protested this sudden physical strain.

He walked quietly into the kitchen and clumsily walked through the dog door, ignoring the cold wind that made him want to immediately go back inside. Taking a good whiff of the air, he easily picked up his daughter's faint scent. He spotted a few paw prints too.

As he tracked his daughter down, a faint anger grew inside of him. "What was she thinking sneaking off like that? And she stayed out until dawn!" He passed a row of shops. "Sneaking off to see some boy I bet! I knew I could smell someone else on her!" Tramp continued to follow Annette's scent, he crossed the road at the butcher's shop. "When I find that dog I'll...I'll..." He trailed off, not sure of how to finish the thought. He barely noticed that he had turned into a run down neighborhood. "I don't want to lose her." A quite mutter escaped his lips.

Suddenly he stopped and found that he was panting, his paw pads hurt from the snow and that his injured leg was practically begging for mercy.

Luckily it appeared that Annette's scent ended right there. He looked at the old blue house before him and approached it, almost apprehensively.