You're a stray, always roaming the streets, running away from dog catchers and getting in trouble, like today. You got hungry and stole a sandwich from an unsuspecting human couple. You ran off after that, made it a good few miles away before crashing into another dog.

That interaction didn't end well, you lost your meal and got a few injuries, it soon became night and you curled up in an empty box, cold and shaking as you tried to drift off to sleep. The winds were howling and the rain poured heavily.

You heard pawsteps and opened your eyes, there stood a male Siberian Husky you didn't recognize, leaning down a bit and peering inside of your box.

"I invite you to an Academy detected to helping puppies. If you accept, then once the whistle blows, through the fire hydrant you go."

He said calmly, having a comfortable aura about it him as if he's said and did this hundreds of times before, you couldn't help but feel slightly suspicious of him however.