Doug quickly moved away from the door instantly noticing that little De Vil was on the other side of the door, and he gave his wife an alarmed look, "It's Hunter" he whispered, not wanting to alarm his cubs hiding near the door, "... And he have Dixie and Dan with him".

Alarmed, Delilah quickly pushed Doug aside to peer outside her home through the grate.

What was on the other side was none other than Hunter De Vil, holding two of his cubs in his arms ... Asleep or unconscious, she didn't know.

Delilah rushed to place her paw on the scanner, opening the door, ready to take her cute little cubs away from little De Vil's hands.

She expected to fight for her two cubs when she opened the door ... not that little De Vil simply handed them to her absentmindedly, while focused on firing daggers at her husband.

Doug just watched as his beloved took Dixie and Dan away from Hunter, leaving him alone for the moment with the little boy, who seemed bent on poking a hole in his head with the sheer gaze.

A slow, uncomfortable smile formed on Doug's muzzle as Hunter continued to watch him.

"... Woff"

"... Language"

Yup, this conversation didn't start at all the way Doug had hoped. but again it had to be remembered, that speaking in a completely reciprocal way with no less than a human was still something completely new and fanciful to him.

He raised a paw to his muzzle to clear his throat, before starting to bark in a friendly manner, "Let's start over, im Doug, and you're Hunter? Right?"

"... Woff"

Doug sighed a: "Language" with both ears drooping and his heart heavy, he continued, "... this isn't getting us anywhere"

Doug really wish Delilah was still with him in this difficult situation, his human had children, maybe she would have some idea of what to do in these cases.

Well, Doug thought resignedly, maybe if I'm more direct with him, he will answer in another way.

"What were Dixie and Dan doing with you?"

Kibbles! Doug really wished he didn't sound like he was making some kind of accusation, but the question came out as direct as he expected it to sound.

Hunter just shrugged in response.

Doug lowered his head and sighed sadly, "that's not an answer" then continued "look, I just need to know what happened, I'm not accusing you, if that's what you're thinking" he clarified after noticing that Hunter narrowed his eyes.

"It's just that, well, Dixie and Dan are currently grounded ..." revealed Doug, which caused Hunter's eyebrows to shoot up, "... and they are both very strictly forbidden to go outside, that's just why what am I asking you "

" ... They were playing ..."

Doug jumped in shock for a few moments when Hunter spoke and carelessly dropped a small woolen sack in front of his paws, where two bitten tennis balls rolled out of it, and a red disk was just glimpsed inside the small sack.

"... with me, "he pointed a thumb at himself.

Doug was surprised, but tried not to show it as he asked the only thing he really wanted to know, "You ... You didn't lose sight of them, did you?"

Hunter seemed very confused at Doug's question as he only slowly shook his head, not expecting that Doug will take this new information in this way.

"Oh thank dog!" Doug exclaim relieved and passed a paw across his forehead, "... it is currently very dangerous for two of our puppies to be outside without any kind of surveillance, thank you for not losing sight of them"

"... what? "Hunter's brain was currently having great difficulty understanding why this dog was thanking him.

Why doesn't he seem upset with his puppies?

Her cubs were playing with a De Vil, for heaven's sake! He is very dangerous.

"Oh, well, usually, we let the puppies go to the park with Dylan or Dolly watching, but lately it's been more difficult to schedule a time that everyone agrees, usually, I would say they were in noon, but Delilah keeps telling me it's better if they go two hours in the morning and another two hours in the afternoon, and I tell her ... "Hunter rolled his eyes and automatically shut off Doug's barking,

Nothing that the very nervous Doug was babbling in his direction mattered at all.

He was simply turning around ready to retire.

But ...

TRRRUMMP! *

loud thunder echoed in the very cloudy black skies over his head, and as soon as that happened, it quickly began to rain in great quantities.

Hunter stood unfazed for a few seconds as the water soaked him, before closing his eyes and SIGHING to himself.

The world just can't give it a break, can it?

"So," Doug began nervously behind Hunter's back, "... do you have anywhere to stay?"

Does he have it? Yes, he had it ... in that burning ship, that was his place.

But now ...

"... No," Hunter whispered.

"Oh," Doug exclaimed, swallowing a nervous lump stuck in his throat, "uh, do you want to ... come in?"

He wanted? No and ... yes.

He did not want to pass.

He just wanted to forget everything in relation to these dogs that his great-aunt Cruela De Vil always wanted more than him.

He did not want to continue being part of a nightmare, of a legacy of death, hatred and resentment.

He didn't want to be a De Vil anymore.

But also.

He wanted to pass.

He always wants more than anything, since he can remember, what these dogs have in this place.

A true and loving family

a mother to be able to hug and who will love him.

A father who will guide him.

Brothers and Sisters to play with, grow with, and build memories that he could be proud to remember in the future.

But above all things ...

He just wanted the knowledge of knowing that, no matter what or how, he would never be completely alone in the world no matter what.

Hunter just wanted to stop being alone.

He was tired of being alone.

Being all alone just started to hurt.

Really hurt.

He would do anything to stop being alone and feel that pain.

Even ...

... Kidnap a bunch of puppies.

So, should ..., he come in?

"... Woff," Hunter replied as he walked past Doug into the Dalmatian home.

He would just stay until the rain stopped ..after that he would continue his course as far as he could from this place.

He just pass because he didn't want to keep getting wet.

He just pass because he really hates walking around in wet socks.

He just pass because it was very cold outside.

He only pass for those few reasons and nothing more.

"Make yourself at home," Doug exclaimed as he followed Hunter closely, "uh, do you need something to ... dry you off?"

"Woff"

"Okay, let me just get you a few towels," Doug exclaimed as he cautiously walked past Hunter, "would you mind waiting in the living room until then?"

"Woff"

(To be continue)


AU: (I want to apologize to all my readers for any grammatical errors you may find in this story.English is not my mother tongue, and I'm still looking for someone who can really help me translate the chapters that I already have written about this story without using any kind of online translator)