Meanwhile, Boedy sat in a bush, keeping warm. The scrawny lobo sat with the other lobos from before. They guarded him to make sure he stayed.

He looked up at the stars. (Play Somebody's Watchin' Me) He looked away. He took a chance and ran. The lobos ran after him.

He ran as fast as his tiny legs could carry him. He slid under a fallen tree. He was amazed he could do that. He looked back and kept running.

The siguiente thing he knew, he ran into something soft, and fell over. Then he was dragged behind a árbol por something.

He finally stopped. He stood up. It was raining so he couldn't see well. there standing infront of him, was a black pup, older than him, but not por much.

She peared behind the tree, "Quiet!" She krept in the grounds shadows to the siguiente tree. Boedy followed. She shook off. In Boedys mind she was in slow motion, and he melted.

She grabbed his ear and pulled him to the ground and they crawled lowly to the siguiente tree. She whispered to him, "Hi, I'm DeAma. That a capital a," she looked behind the tree.

He looked at her, in a daze. She was perfect.