he said he’s never had a wolf dog before, or a pup from a famous canine.

    I found it a bit weird for him to normally call me wolfdog, my dad had already explained the story, telling us that we should be proud of our heritage, but I never knew what to think of it, telling the truth it confused me, actually. But, I guess it’s because of my sister Alue, who I see from time to time, as she lives her happy life in the forest, although I sometimes forget she’s got a pack now,. Aisha tends to get depressed from time to time, but Joy was always able to cheer her up those days, naturally.

My owner put a collar around me, but after a while I took it off, hating it. He’s still trying to put a cloth around my neck, but he always fails. It’s funny how I see his reaction everyday when he finds out I got rid of it again.

    Days past and I still hadn’t seen my sister, to put it bluntly, those were the most boring days of my life, I don’t know how I made it through, and I’m the most adventurous of my litter. One day, and I was walking down an alley that I used as a short cut. I heard a growl, and started to trot, ignoring the fact that it came from a puppy.

    It ran through my ears again, but was much closer, and this time I started to run. Soon enough, a red blur slammed into me by the front, and I layed on the floor, dizzy and confused about what just happened.

    I looked up, and would’ve scolded the person if Joy wasn’t standing there, the warm smile she normally weared on her face. She made some jokes, I chuckled, and soon enough she took me to her house, so I knew where I could maybe find her sometimes. And then I showed her my house, and my owner’s book store.

   Soon enough, we’d spend time down at the beach, practicing in chorus, singing together Reach for the Light. But every time we tried to show our parents the song, something would come up, and we’d lose the chance. Joy tells me every time to keep hope, and I did, knowing that her spirit said the right things.

     As we grew up, our talent for singing did also. We would sing songs in holidays, parties, or just for fun. When we were turning into one year olds, a bad rain storm washed Nome pretty bad. I lay inside my house, sighing. It was random, and I wanted to sing with my sister. We were supposed to practice some lullabies that day, but I was sure both of us knew it was canceled.”

“ I had to stay inside, looking at the window as rain hit against it hard, and then slid down. I sighed, bored. Then, I did something random. I got up, and walked outside, where the porch gave me cover, but only the wind could reach me. Without thinking, I ran out in the rain, my fur getting wet all the same.

   No opportunity of turning back, I started to run the way to Saba’s house, the rain partially blinding me. I didn’t notice a rock, and tripped, regaining balance with my front paw. However, I winced as I stepped on it with hard impact, and it collapsed. I fell anyway, and my white muzzle turned brown, along with my underside, and my legs.

   Not thinking anything, I got up and kept running, but this time I looked for cover. I found a tree, which escaped the tall buildings that blocked others, and hid under it, shaking off the extra mud on my fur. My paw still hurt, and I figured it was sprained.

  Having enough cover, I ran once more to Saba’s house, and finally got there. Carefully climbing some boxes outside, I got to a window, and pawed it. I waited as the rain kept pouring on me, for Saba to open. And believingly, she did.”

“ I looked at Joy, her fur messed up, wet and brown like dad’s. Sighing, out of how funny she looked, I let her in and help her clean of with my towel. As she entered, she looked a little limp, as if she was hurt or something. But I thought I was imagining, for she couldn’t have come here hurt.

    She started warming up, and I was confused. But, she had more will in those things than I do, and I love singing, so I just smiled and warmed up with her. Pretty soon, we were singing together a lullaby we had invented, doing it as softly as we could. But I noticed Joy hardly put on weight on one of her paws.

  When we stopped practicing, I couldn’t help but keep on eyeing her, observing the paw. She barely winced when she stepped on it, and kinda limped when she walked around. I finally worried and asked her about it, but she denied it and we kept on practicing. Sighing, I kept on talking about it, but she kept denying.

   Finally when she was gonna go back home, she fell on her paw. I helped her get up, asking over and over why she didn’t tell me, but she said she didn’t want me to worry, it wasn’t serious. However, I noticed her looking at the rain worriedly, when she thought I wasn’t looking.

   After, when she said she was ready, she started running home, and I saw her fade between the heavy rain drops. I frowned, lowering my ears, because I knew she could get hurt, more than she was. Finally, I fell asleep. I didn’t see my sister the next day, but, I found out why thanks to the gossips.

   Joy had come down with a high fever, and a bad sprain. I started running towards her house, going as fast as I could. When I got there, I didn’t see her outside, and I wasn’t expecting to. Praying that the gossips were wrong, I walked inside, and saw Joy sleeping. Her paw was wrapped in something, like a bandage, but it didn’t look like a cast.

  I walked towards her, my pads lightly touching the floor. I watched as her ears pricked, and her eyes opened. She yawned, and greeted me, her tail flickering around.”

“ Saba again asked me about my paw, and I said it was just a sprain, nothing more. She then asked me why I was smiling, and I said I needed a vacation, but never expected this. We both chuckled, and she layed down next to me, noticing how hot I was. I moaned, complaining about her complaints.

   Of course, I was just tired. She asked me if I could sing, and I tried getting up. However I just tripped, from the headache and the fever. I sighed, the answer being no. I layed there, bored. Just then was the perfect time for my parents to come in. I greeted them both  and mom licked my forehead, going on with how worried she was, dad complaining jokingly how my mother worried.

    It was hard for me to stay awake, since rest was something I needed because of the fever. The comfy bed I was on didn’t help either. Pretty soon, I had my eyes closed, trying to rest them. I opened them when Saba asked if I was still awake, but I moaned, complaining about how tired I was. Mom told me to rest, and I did, soon enough my breathing calmed down and I was asleep.

    When I woke up, I was once again alone.”

“ In a week Joy was able to recover, although she had a small limp in her paw. It was barely noticeable, and anyways she got rid of it. She was so happy to be outside again. The only thing she would do for those couple of days were run and run and run. I got so tired with that, but looking at the good side, now I can catch up with Kodi’s team.

Days past and we kept growing up. Joy was much more mature, in a way. She’d still be funny, and we’d always run around, playing. But her being serious was something strange to me… in a way. I wasn’t used to her being like that. Thankfully, all that changed when my mom told us wonderful news. Everyone enjoyed(and still does) the new arrivals. Blitz, and Yakone, and Suka and Miki. I know we’ll all miss Shila, and I still wonder what would’ve become of that other white with red puppy.

Ever since the incident, with Anene and mom, Joy has been a little quieter, but she’s still the same playful sister I’ve known. Personally, I feel the same way, but now, I still ask myself the same question. What will become of tomorrow? As far as I know, Joy always tells me with her spirited self, “Nobody knows, but I wanna make the best of it.” And you know what I think? “Never will our story end.”