We looked ahead of us. There was a city. Not just any city. A human city. The man god spoke to us in wolf language telling us to let him put sled dog harnesses around us to disguise us as sled dogs. He told us to wait and left. He returned a few minutes later with a sled and a harness for us. He put me in the lead. Followed by Jello and Doglover. Then he attached the harness to the sled. He told us in wolf language to go towards the city. Then in our language he said stop when we reached a store. He went inside. There was a man with a hunting rifle in the store. I panicked. I broke free from the harness and busted through the doors. I growled at the man with the rifle. Alarmed he pointed the rifle at me. I ran. I knocked into a whole shelf of paint. The painted went all over me. I was buried with cans of paint. Armada Heard the commotion and came running. He saw my paw sticking out from underneath the pile of paint cans. My paw was pink and blue and green. Armada quickly started to try to get all the paint cans off of me. Finally he uncovered my head and said in wolf language are you okay. I whimpered back that I just had a few bruises and that it wasn’t anything serious. The manager said that Armada didn’t have to pay for the paint because nobody was buying it. All of a sudden I remembered about the man with the rifle. I raised my hackles. I looked around. The man was gone.