He was thirsty. So, so, thirty. The pup, Fluff, had been alone for several days. When his mother told him to run away, go find somewhere better- that he knew, as he had been surrounded by death. His Mother-Dog, facing off against a Giantfur.
"Go," she had spoken softly, her bark trembling as her blue eyes were locking on the large brown form. "Go and be safe, my pup."
And he had, running fast as he could while hearing roars of fury and barks of equal anger, then yelps, then silence.
Here he was, padding along a rocky outcropping. The hoot of an owl startled him, and his pale blue eyes locked onto the shape. He followed the bird with his eyes as it flew down into he valley below. A rock started to move, and he blinked once, twice. His rump began to wiggle in excitement.
Dogs!
After the Big Growl, all Longpaws suddenly vanished; leaving Lone Dogs to go hungry and freeze without their scraps, Leashed Dogs to wander by themselves, and Wild Dogs to run free of danger- or so they thought.
Tensions are high in the pack. Their Alpha has been murdered, and nobody knows who did it. Soon after, a pair of pups met the same fate. The pack Beta, Hoot, has risen to Alpha. Was the Omega resentful of being treated so poorly? Did the Beta crave leadership? Did a Lone Dog commit the crime?
Unlikely friendships have formed, and even more unlikely enemies have risen.
Will you rise to Alpha, or sink down to Omega?
Who will rise to become a champion, and who will fall trying to survive? Come see inside Champions.