A/N: Take note that everyone is 5 years older.

The sky was dark and was filled with oceans of gloomy gray clouds. Thunder roared above, warning creatures below of heavy rain that is to come. "Ouch!" The small animal grunted as they took a step backward, looking at their paw as little oozes of red bled out. Their emerald eyes saddened looking at their paw as the crimson liquid stained their dirty white and beige colored fur, reminding them that there was no way home now, nor was there any home to return to.

The clouds above roared once again, frightening the little pup in the middle of the forest. They looked left and right, trying to find some shelter from the rain that is to come. They walked forward, still searching for a roof over her head. As they were moving forward, a droplet fell on their nose. They were confused for a moment until the sky began pouring cold rain. They were frantically looking left and right for a place to take shelter and their eyes finally landed on a burrow under a tree.

With their injured foot, they ran as fast as they could to that small hole, tripping over roots along the way. The small pup made haste hiding under the protection of the tree as the sky roared, telling them to quicken their pace. The burrow was dark and unwelcoming, but it was warm enough to shelter them for the night.

The small white pup watched as the sky cried its tears and small creatures run around the forest looking for shelter. They sighed, exhausted. Fluttering their eyes closed, they drifted to sleep.

The sky was a hue of orange and purple, slowly darkening its color into blue. The PAW Patrol was in the forest on a camping trip, enjoying themselves with outdoor games. Ryder watched them with a smile on his face as he wrote in his notebook.

"Marshall! Catch!" Chase exclaimed as he threw the disk towards his Dalmatian friend, who in return, jumped and caught the red disk in his mouth. He muffled, "got it!" smiling at his success to not trip over. "Skye!" He exclaimed, throwing the disk and passing it to the female. The cockapoo, in return, jumped and caught the disk while doing a flip. "Awesome move, Skye!" Chase complimented, smiling towards the smaller pup. The female smiled back, enthusiastically replying, "thanks!"

"Pups! Dinner!" Ryder called, taking out a pack of marshmallows and beside him were sticks. The pups smiled and raced to get their marshmallows so they could cook it by the heat of the fire.

The sky darkened completely and the pups were all singing a song around the fire, smiling as they ate sticky marshmallows.

"And we dance all night

To the best song ever!

We knew every line

Now I can't remember

How it goes, but I know

That I won't forget her

Cause we danced all night

To the best song ever!

I think it went oh, oh, oh!

I think it went yeah, yeah, yeah!

I think it goes... Woohoo!"

The pups and Ryder laughed as they sang the song, enjoying their little quality time with each other. "Any more songs?" Ryder asked, looking expectantly at the pups around him. "Enough songs!" Rocky said, excitedly standing up with a smug smirk plastered on his face, "let's tell scary stories!"

"S-scary s-stories? Like... Like g-ghosts?!" Rubble asked, shivering in fear. He jumped out of his seat when he heard the crackle of the fire and hid behind Ryder. Rocky chuckled by the young fearful pup and decided to go on. "Not just any ghost... Rumors had it that this place is being haunted by the Forest Hound," Rocky said, trying to scare the other pups.

Chase rolled his eyes with Rocky's claims, thinking that this was just another story for Rocky to scare the other pups. "There is no such thing as ghosts," Chase said, looking pointedly at Rocky. He then looked at Rubble and put a gentle smile on his face. "Don't worry, Rubble," he said, trying to assure the younger pup, "there is nothing to be afraid of."

"You won't say that after I'm finished telling the legend," Rocky said, puffing out his chest with pride. He was determined to scare Chase. It would be a hard challenge to scare the superstitious Chase with "scary stories." But he knows that this particular story was not like other ghost stories.

"Share with us, Rocky," Ryder said, encouraging the terrier to share his tale. Rocky smiled, silently thanking Ryder, and then cleared his throat. "Once, there was a pup...

A pup who smiled brightly as the sun and had the eyes greener than the greenest grass. They had an owner, a young boy who loved them so. They had many adventures together, climbing mountains and sailing many oceans. But what the pup loved to do most was watering the plants in their owner's garden..."

"That doesn't sound like a horror story," Skye interrupted much to Rocky's annoyance. "I was just getting there." He sighed as he continued with the story, "one day...

The pup and their owner were planning a picnic in the forest. The pup was excited about the many delicious food packed inside the picnic basket.

When they were setting out the blanket, the pup smelled smoke. They looked behind them and saw fire. Fire roaring and coming towards them fast. The pup and their owner raced towards the forest. Their owner's foot got caught in the vine and they couldn't get out. He tried to yell for his pup but they were already too far to hear his call.

The pup made it out of the burning forest, exhausted from their long run out. They looked around but saw no sign of their owner. The pup had the realization that their owner was left behind, and with no hesitance, they came running into the forest again.

They looked around but all they could see were burning trees and fire. They turned around but the exit was blocked by flames. Then suddenly, the pup heard a laugh so cold and dark. They turned around and saw claws made by the flames of the fire. The last thing before the pup burned was howl...

Legends say that the pup is still lingering in the forest, looking for their owner in the body of flames. But instead of the gentle and calm green in their eyes, you'll be faced with a pair of fierce emeralds, ready to chomp whatever and whoever stands in their way on finding their owner. Their last victim was a pack of wolves who refused to let them pass their territory."

"Wowww! What an amazing story..." Chase replied in sarcasm, clearly unimpressed by the origin of the Forest Hound. "But the legend's true!" Rocky replied, looking at Chase, trying to convince him.

Even though Chase didn't seem to believe it, the others are shivering in fear and awe. The Forest Hound is such a loyal companion that they risked their lives going back to save their owner. Even after death did they still try and find the boy.

"Oh?" Chase replied, raising his brow in suspicion, "and how would you know?" "Campers who went to this area said that they saw those green eyes," Rocky said smirking as if he was earning a reward by telling this. "There was also a fire forest here 3 years ago and some even found a pack of wolves dead when they cleared the ash and trees. And exactly 2 and a half years ago was the start of the sightings about the Forest Hound!" Rocky explained, getting everyone's attention. Even Chase was impressed. But to think, how did Rocky know all of this?

When Chase was about to make deny his belief in the legend, a loud crack was heard behind the trees of the forest. "What was that?!" Zuma asked, frightened and shook by the sudden sound. "Was it the F-forest Hound?!" Rubble asked in fear, making sure to lean in near Ryder as much as possible to make sure that he won't be caught by the ghost because he thought that by being with his owner, the ghost would not harm him.

"Psh. Probably just a critter," Chase said, still sounding unamused but inside, he was trying to control the visible shiver coming up to his spine in fear. He was having second thoughts about believing the legend, but he stood his ground and won't let a scary story overcome his thoughts.

Another crack was heard and this time, it was even louder. Rubble screamed and jumped into Ryder's arms. "Forest Hound!"

"The Forest Hound isn't real," Chase said, trying to convince everyone, even himself. "I'll take a look at what's making that sound and I will also prove that the Forest Hound is nothing but a legend," Chase said firmly, standing up and walking towards the deep woods.

"W-wait! Chase!" Marshall said, climbing up to his feet and forced his legs to follow the German Shephard. "I'll come with you," he said. Chase looked back and smiled at Marshall for volunteering to accompany him. He silently thanked him for not letting him go alone. "I-I'll come too!" Skye said, standing up. "And me!" Rocky exclaimed with a smug look on his face, "just so I could prove you wrong." "I'll be going too," Zuma said, following the other pups.

Ryder smiled, seeing the pups won't leave a team member to face a potential threat. "I guess we'll all go," He said, standing up with a whimpering Rubble in his arms. "Do we have to?" Rubble asked. He was scared and was whimpering, leaning close to the warmth of his owner's clothes. What an adorable pup. "Don't worry, Rubble," Ryder reassured, "I won't let anything harm you."

"Alright, pups. Let's take a look at what's making that sound."