A/N: Hey again people. I'm back.

Disclaimer: I don't own PAW Patrol

Crescent's POV

Beginning to feel drowsy, I closed my eyes, nearly slipping into sleep, but the sound of paw steps interrupted me, and I opened my eyes and saw...

A raccoon.

It didn't do anything, just sat there and watched me. With its beady little eyes. Raccoons had always annoyed the crap out of me before I joined the PAW Patrol. Always stealing my food and raiding my den for my bedding when I went hunting. The little creeps had always been on my bad side.

Standing up, I waved a paw at it, claws out, to try to get it to leave. "Go on. Get!" I snarled at it. The thing merely dodged the blow and retreated a few paces before continuing to stare at me once more.

Sighing in defeat, I growled and stalked off, head and tail high, back towards who-knows-where. Ya know, my usual thinking spot.

"Crescent. Your loosing your edge." I muttered as I continued on my way. "Not even the vermin are intimidated by you anymore."

Erhg. I guess trying to outfox- er, wolf, a surprisingly clever shepherd was going to be harder than I originally thought.

"That mooching little mange-pelt is always one step ahead." I snarled to myself. I'd have to find a better way to outsmart her than with just brute strength and clever tactics. No, what I needed was a plan. A plan so twistedly stupid and evil at the same time that it just might work. Stop looking at me like that. What, did you think I was gonna kill the bitch? Of course not. I'm not a monster you know. I'm just a wolf-dog. A wolf-dog trying to keep her reputation. That, and I happen to hate her. Very, very, Very much.

You still don't get it though, do You? Why can't you just leave her alone, why can't you ignore her, why can't you be friends even? Well, I'll answer that. Now, this game isn't about who's the strongest or smartest or fastest. No, not anymore. Right now this is a matter of pride. And there's nothing more important to a wolf, or half wolf, or, or sixteenth wolf, then their pride. We carry it like a second pelt. Our pride is what makes us who we are. And if we loose that, what are we then? Just another creature. Just another lump of fur. Just another skeleton. Nothing special.

Your looking at me like that again. You know what? Forget it. You'd never understand anyways.

I've been so lost in thought that I hadn't even noticed I was still walking. I stop and look up, realizing I was back in the forest. At first I don't recognize where I am, and think about turning back before I got lost, until I see a familiar rock in the distance. Cougar's Ridge.

"Huh. What do ya know?" I mutter beginning to walk towards it. My paws had taken me in the direction of Sasha's den. Of course. I don't know why I hadn't thought of going here before. Sasha's always willing to help me out with my problems. Maybe she'll have some advice about this thing with Maddie.

I reached the base of the rock, it's face stretching up infront of me. Standing up on my hind legs, I score my claws down the stone, and waited.

A minute or two later, a muffled 'come in' came from inside, and I pushed through the curtain of plants into Sasha's den.

Said canine was busy sorting different plants in the back of her den, organizing them into piles of the same type and whatnot.

"Hey Crescent." She barked without stopping her work. "What bring you here? No trouble, I hope?"

I sat down, wrapping my tail over my paws. "Not exactly..." I admitted. Sasha looked back at me, raising an eyebrow.

"What do ya mean, 'not exactly'?" She growled without actually growling.

"I mean... There's trouble, but I think I can handle it. But I need some advice..." I shuffled my paws nervously.

Sasha narrowed her eyes, but nodded. She stood up from her work and settled down in the center of the den, flicking her tail, for me to join her.

"So." She inquired when I was settled. "What's this trouble?"

"Well, there's this...new pup in town." I started, avoiding her hard lavender gaze.

She raised an eyebrow again. "So?"

"Well, she and I don't exactly...get along."

"So? What's wrong with her?"

"...Well..."

"Come on! Out with it. You know I don't judge."

"Okay okay! Jeeze." And so on and on I went, telling her about everything that had happened since Maddie came to tow. Or, at least when we met. By the time I'd finished, Sasha's expression hadn't changed.

Not.

One.

Bit.

After a few moments she smiled. And then she fell onto her back, laughing her freaking ass off.

Laughing.

"Crescent, what have you done with your life?!" She asked me in between laughs. "Seriously! Your reduced to picking fights with strays!"

"NO!" I snarled. "It's a matter of pride! And I certainly don't intend to loose my reputation to that mutt!"

"Oh my god, Cres seriously. Your only saying that because your ego is so huge it should have it's own zip code. Just back off! You can go your way, she can go hers. Everyone's happy."

"But it's more than just a petty squabble!" I'm determined to make her see that. "She made me look like a fool! She must pay!"

Sasha just broke out laughing again.

"Girl, do you realize how petty you sound right now? You're acting like a pup who lost a game of tug-o-war."

I turned away and growled. "I came to you fore help, not for you to tell me how idiotic this sounds!"

Sasha chuckled and stood up, stretching. "Alright, alright. What do you need help with?"

"I need a plan. A plan to get her out of my fur for good."

Sasha looked thoughtful for a second. "Does she have anyone close to her that you know of?"

"Yeah. Another pup. Why?"

A/N: Whelp there ya have it.

Hope you enjoyed.

Sianii out!

Peace!