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Harry strolled down the streets of Peru, ducking through one of the alleys and making his way toward one of the beaches that he frequents, mostly because the owners of the areas generally let him near and some even gave him some food. One of such areas was a bar with a new bartender that seemed to love spotting him and feeding him a bit of pretzel that the bar had leftover from the day.
"Hey boy, good to see you again," the bartender muttered in English. Harry could tell he's slightly dyed his hair and was always happy to see Harry everyday unhurt.
Today was like normal, he cruised around the beach slightly, soaking under the hot sun before his fur started feeling a bit too heavy on him so he walked toward one of the stores near the beach and crept inside the building, finding the corner of the area and lying in it. Taking a small nap while his body cooled off.
Waking up he moved from his corner and managed to leave the small store with just a few pats from the owner that never bothered him as he hardly bothered anyone there. He moved toward one of the fountains around the place and drank a few sips before moving toward the hiking trail that was nearby leading to one of the heavier forested areas that Peru was known for. Stretching his slightly stiff muscles and feeling the beginnings of his energy stirring, his unused magic making it even harder for his energetic body to stay still, Harry started sprinting through the forest, reconnecting with the magic of the air and settling his own.
He was perhaps 30 minute run inside the forest when he first stopped as a smell entered his nose. Following the new scent he didn't recognize as any animals in the small forest, Harry followed it down the trail until it got off the trail in a slight shrubbery area. Carefully moving through the scrub, Harry stopped just in time before he stepped off a cliff hidden behind the bush.
His ears twitched as he heard a small groan coming from below and knew that a man had fallen down the small cliff and was either hurt or unconscious. Peaking down, he spotted a man down there, his leg slightly twisted the wrong way and obviously unconscious, a small bit of blood in his hair causing it to tangle and look slightly mangled.
Feeling concerned for the man, Harry started barking and trying to get him to wake up, to wake up and call Peru's Emergency Services so they can help him. With the man laying unmoving through, Harry knew his barking wasn't going to help at this point, so he made sure his nose knew the area and took off toward the beach he had come from.
Reaching the edge of the trail, Harry started barking trying to get someone's attention, to get them to follow him. But the more he barked, the more he tried to get someone's attention, the more the locals and visitors seemed to stay clear of him. Some even calling on their phone and Harry never felt as much hate for this life as his previous one because apparently, people were still sheep just like his old world.
"Woah, easy boy," the bartender Harry usually visits twice a day said, slowly kneeling close to Harry, trying to appear less huge and scary. Harry barked again and ran slightly into the forest before stopping and barking again.
The man's eyes furrowed, looking between the bar and Harry before slowly stepping toward the forest trail. Whining slightly, Harry turned and slightly ran into the forest and continued to bark when the man stopped or looked uncertain in following him. Finally, finally, Harry got the man to the cliff edge and started barking down toward the man that had fallen off the cliff.
The bartender slowly inched his way to Harry's side and peered downward. Harry could hear the moment his breath caught in his throat and instantly fumbled for his phone to call Emergency Services. "Dude! Hey!" the bartender shouted down below to the unmoving man.
Harry paced the side of the cliff, a soft whine in his throat as he just wanted to help the downed man. Slowly, the bartender, or Evan Buckley as he learned through the conversation, got Emergency Services' attention and they were going to send someone. "Helps on their way!" Evan shouted over the side before looking toward Harry.
"Can you lead them here?" Evan asked, seeming uncertain and wondering just what he was asking.
Harry didn't need any push, instantly taking back down the path of the trail and sitting at the entrance until Emergency Services arrived. Barking to get their attention, he slowly leads him like he led Evan toward the cliff where they instantly got to work. Feeling calmer now that the man was getting help, Harry sat by Evan's side as he watched everything going with slight fascination.
When the Services finally came back up with the man on a backboard, they thanked Evan and commented that had he not found him when he did, they were uncertain how long the man was going to survive because his lungs were in the middle of collapsing from a harsh blow to the ground.
"You should thank him," Evan just said as his head brushed through Harry's fur.
The services eyed him warily. "Another stray? You need us to call the shelter?" the services asked, spotting his matted and slightly dirty fur.
"Nah, he's my Free-Roam dog, this just happened to cause him to get quite dirty, you know?" Evan said without much hesitation, his hand slightly tangled in his fur but was slowly brushing it out with his hand.
The serviced man hummed but let it go as they took the guy out of the forest and where their transportation vehicle was as the forest had been too dense for it.
"Come on, Buddy," Evan murmured, following the serviced men out as they slowly followed the trail out of the hiker's trail.
For the rest of the night, Harry didn't leave Evan's side as he the man went back to his job and took up his shift. Lying in the corner of the bar, Harry watched Evan for his movements and didn't hesitate when Evan went to his small place later that day.
If Harry just happened to never leave Evan after the man helped him with the cliff man, well they were the only ones who knew about it.
"What about the name Rescue," Evan muttered to no one as he collapsed on his bed, looking thoughtful at the now washed Harry who had a weird bath using the shower that Evan had, as he didn't actually have a bath.
Laying his head on Evan's chest who slowly, almost tiredly, brought his hand up and was running them through Harry's dark fur on his head. "Yeah, Rescue's a good name," Evan muttered as his free hand went behind his head and he closed his eyes.
Harry, now named Rescue by Evan, thought perhaps this life wasn't going to suck as much as he originally thought as a dog.
