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The Long Walk

“Every dog is somebody’s whole world.”

Thirty thousand years ago, a wolf walked out of the treeline and chose the fire over the dark. Nobody knows which wolf. Nobody knows which fire. But every dog alive is descended from that one decision — and every dog here remembers it differently: the Hearthkeepers on the couch, the Workers on the job, the Ancients with their four-thousand-year manners, the Tiny Ones running the household, the Hunters between hunts, the Wild Ones who never came inside at all, and the Lost, whom the world forgot and the pack did not.

Rarity here is the Long Walk — how far a dog has walked beside humanity. The Short Walk is just beginning (Common); the Long Walk has weathered storms (Rare); the Far Road belongs to proven partners (Epic); and the Endless Road belongs to legends (Legendary) — chief among them Skoll, the dire wolf, ten thousand years gone and still the largest wolf that ever lived. Only three of each legend will ever exist. There will never be a fourth Skoll.

Every dog here is somebody’s whole world, with somewhere to be and someone to lean on: herders, guardians, clowns, philosophers, toddlers with strong opinions. Joe walks the Long Walk too — the Hearthkeepers barked at him exactly once, then trusted him completely; the Wild Ones watch him from the treeline and do not run, which the old wolves say has never happened before. Somewhere past the last porch light, ember-eyed in the dark, the First is still choosing the fire. This is never explained.

The unsolved mystery

The First

Before the breeds, before the packs had names, one wolf walked out of the treeline and chose the fire over the dark. The First is seen only at the edge of things — ember-lit eyes in the dark past the porch light, a shape the Wild Ones go quiet for. The Lost remember a wooden figure at the old campfires. Whether it was Joe, or someone Joe remembers, is never said. This is never solved.

Powers and politics

The Packs

The Hearthkeepers

The warmest room in the house

The companions: goldens, corgis, pugs, bulldogs — the dogs on the couch, in the bed, under the table at dinner. Politics: whoever is closest to the human wins. The human is always the territory.

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The Workers

The dogs with jobs

Collies, shepherds, huskies, mountain dogs — they pull, guard, herd, rescue. They have a union and the union is strong. A Worker without a task will invent one, and the task will involve you.

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The Ancients

The oldest bloodlines

Salukis who coursed with pharaohs, mastiffs who guarded monasteries, hairless dogs who guided the dead. They are polite about being older than your civilization. Barely.

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The Tiny Ones

Small dogs, enormous opinions

Chihuahuas, pomeranians, Yorkies — two pounds of conviction each. They do not know they are small and will be offended if you mention it. They run the house. You live there.

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The Hunters

Nose to the wind

Greyhounds, bloodhounds, ridgebacks — built to chase, find, and point. Between hunts they are the gentlest creatures alive. During a hunt they are weather.

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The Wild Ones

The ones who never came inside

Wolves, foxes, coyotes, jackals — Luna’s children who kept the old ways. They watch the porch lights from the treeline with complicated feelings. And above them all, the dire wolf — ten thousand years gone, still the largest wolf that ever lived.

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The Lost

Breeds the world forgot

The St. John’s water dog, the Talbot, the Hawaiian poi dog — real dogs, really gone. The pack keeps their bowls full anyway. Extinction, here, is just a longer walk.

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Mythic: The First

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Before the breeds, before the packs had names, one wolf walked out of the treeline and chose the fire over the dark. The First is not a prize. It is the reason dogs exist.

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