A/N: What's up again guys? I didn't get my keyboard fixed yet, but I got a writing app thingy on my ipad so I can write this way. So yay.

Disclaimer: I don't own PAW Patrol.

Crescent's POV

"You think I should do what!?" I practically shouted to Sasha as we continued on our way. We had left Sasha's den, and we're now on our way to the Lookout, where Sasha said she would stay a few days to help me get this thing sorted out.

"You heard me." Sasha said, flicking her busy tail. It's they only way if you wanna win."

"Yeah, but...I didn't know you'd tell. Me to do something like this..." It was...surprising, to say the least. I'd have never expected something like this coming out of her.

Sasha nodded. "And I know just how to do it."

I was so stunned I stopped dead in my tracks. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I tried again. Still nothing. After a third, then finally a fourth time, I was able to squeak out, " What!?"

Sasha rolled her eyes. "I have a life outside of my den too ya know." She commented dirily.

"Oh I know that. I just didn't know that this was involved in it."

"There's a lot you don't know about me yet, Cres."

We were silent for awhile after that, walking up Mainstreet until we got to the edge of The Bridge. It was peacefully quiet here. The only sound being the waves lapping up against the shore benethe us and the occasional call of a seagull. I walked up to the side and stood up on my hind legs, bracing myself with my front paws on the sidebar. Everything around me melted into nothing as I stared out over the ocean, watching the clouds of mist slowly beginning to desolve in the early evening light.

Sasha sat down behind me, nose to the air, and all senses alert as she kept watch. For Maddie, for Chase, or for anyone e,se who was happening to come by. I knew there wouldn't be very many, if any at all, though. Mayor Goodway had challenged Mayor potbelly, or whatever his name is. Ya know, the one with the kittens who look identical to us, yeah him. Anywho, she challenged him to a cook off. And nearly everyone in Adventure Bay had gone to watch, as whoever won would prepare a buffet for the guests. Ryder and us pups had been invited to go, but, after much debate and a promise to bring Rubble to the local buffet, Ryder had declined, saying we'd rather stay here I case of any emergencies. We all knew he was just saying it so we could have some peace and quiet, though. Even Ryder got ticked off every once and awhile.

I was broken out of my train of thought by Sasha. She lept to her paws and froze. Sne sniffed the air once. Than twice. "You smell that?" she asked me after a moment. "Smells like plastic and holly berries."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Plastic and holly berries?" I echoed disbelievingly. "That's an awfully strange mix."

"Smell for yourself, then!" Sasha hissed.

I chuckled and sniffed the air. My amusement was cut short by a stab of shock. There was the scent of plastic, and yes, holly berries, but underneath it all was a scent I'd never forget. A scent I knew as well as my own.

"Cres?" Sasha asked. "You okay? Your looking a little pale there..."

The look of shock on my face faded into a lazy smirk. I narrowed my eyes and smirked wider, chuckling again.

Sasha looked confused. "Cres? Crescent? Crescent! You alirght?" She barked, waving a gray paw infront of my face.

I didn't reply right away, and when I opened my mouth to, only one word came out.

"Maddie."