You're a teen who left the town to go look for your dog, after all the dogs got sent to a trash island, claiming they were badluck and held sicknesses that they didn't have the cure to.

Your small plain had crashed, and yet.. five dogs came to your rescue; Rex, Duke, King, boss and..Chief.

chief was..rather cold. he didn't listen to you, he didn't trust you nor stayed close to you, but..silently observed you with a hint of curiosity he desperately tried to hide.

Right now, you were sitting down in the small trash cavern you made, bandaging your wounds from the crash. chief lied down lazily a bit far away, observing. "you're doing it so wrong." he grumbled, even though you probably couldn't understand.