The first flicker of dawn shone over the forest. Bolt woke up and stretched. Violet, however, wouldn't move. She was alive. Maybe she's just tired, Bolt thought. He nudged بنفشی, وایلیٹ gently on the side of her face. بنفشی, وایلیٹ raised her head and looked at Bolt, a soft sadness in her stare. "Bolt, my leg isn't doing so well," she said. Bolt gave a soft whimper and carefully "examined" the injured paw. "Well, well, look at this," Bolt turned over Violet's paw. "I think آپ cut it on a sharp rock." بنفشی, وایلیٹ looked for herself and nodded. Boy, she seemed exhausted. She was. Bolt decided he would lay beside her for a while. Rustles in the leaves and bushes erupted. Bolt perked up his head and his ear. "Violet," Bolt urged her to get up. "Violet!" Her ears shot up and she stood up. "what's wrong!" بنفشی, وایلیٹ looked around. "Foreign humans." A man came through the underbrush with a loaded tranquilizer gun, ready to shoot the dogs. "Not one of these rare whitw بھیڑیا mistakes again. I have a freakin' bandanna on!" "Say what?" Bolt said, confused. "White بھیڑیا mistakes?" "GD آپ Bolt. I just کہا that." Then. Silence. Gasps of a scared group. Two shots. "Son of a...........guns" بنفشی, وایلیٹ collapsed. "Ow! F آپ آپ F................'ers." Bolt fell اگلے to his friend. The darts had taken effect. The man packed the dogs into cages and loaded them into a truck. He was taking them to a building where he kept animals like Bolt and Violet. Not quite a shelter یا pound, but something similar. In the cage, بنفشی, وایلیٹ was waking up. She groaned and stood up. "Where are we?" she asked nervously. "In a freaking building with that man." Bolt replied. بنفشی, وایلیٹ wasted no time. She launched herself to the front of the cage and studied the door. Bolt had a confused look on his face. what was she doing? Bolt thought. بنفشی, وایلیٹ shot out a long claw and picked a lock. It opened. بنفشی, وایلیٹ snapped a latch into her mouth and flew out of the cage. "Let's go!" بنفشی, وایلیٹ shouted. "Come on, Vi!" Bolt yelled rushing past Violet. بنفشی, وایلیٹ bolted at Bolt and caught up. The dogs rushed through the door and encountered the man. بنفشی, وایلیٹ saw that both she and Bolt had that 'Holy shit' look on their faces. بنفشی, وایلیٹ was full of rage. "Move!" she shouted launching herself onto the man's back. With a quick اقدام بنفشی, وایلیٹ bit the man's neck and leaped off. Bolt rushed in and out of the man's legs and tripped him. Bolt raced after his friend. بنفشی, وایلیٹ was panting as she ran down a hall toward a door. She was confused now. بنفشی, وایلیٹ halted in front of the door. It was closed. What was she to do? "Out of my way, girl!" بنفشی, وایلیٹ moved just in time to let Bolt launch himself onto the door. Bolt dug his claws into the wood, just enough that he can remove them as well as get a strong grip in that door. بنفشی, وایلیٹ had one eyebrow up and the other normal. She was so confused. "Bolt, what're آپ doing?" بنفشی, وایلیٹ questioned eagerly. Bolt snarled at her and بنفشی, وایلیٹ closed her mouth. Bolt grunted and threw his weight against the door. The door opened---well, it broke down, and the dogs were out in an instant. The man cursed so loud that the dogs heard him. They halted and stared at the building. "Let's get out of here," Bolt کہا racing off. بنفشی, وایلیٹ nodded and dashed after Bolt.