Star walked alone, it was what he did often during this time, and had his mind finally settled from the loud roars of the cheering canines and humans alike. The trip was successful, and the children of the small town would escape death. The tyrant-whom he had submitted for years- had firmly thrown from the top of the food chain and exposed for the dreadful stunts committed.
Yet, the suffering would not halt for our pup. Abuse may have ended one way yet another path still beared a harsh hold around his throat. The small exchange shared between him and his comrade, Kaltag, was surely just a spark of the moment thing and come tomorrow he would be assaulted if he dare mouth his thoughts.
Sad fact for him. And even still he figured he'd be obligated to still choose Steele's company over the helpful wolfdog. After, when he first became "friends" he swore to almost always depend and listen to those more dominant to him.
Stepping through the snow he thoughts flooded with realities he wished he had chosen. Ones where, instead of following behind those three as a basic slave, he'd stand up for not only himself but Balto. He remembered the simple days of puppyhood when they were all vulnerable yet helping. Although, Star wouldn't have truly known what the others were like. His owner kept him centered in the home.
Speaking of his owner, he saw his faithful human leaning from the doorway, waving and patting his knees to get the purple colored husky to come towards him. Star sighed but held a grin. At Least someone wanted to presence aside from using it as a punching bag or to have as a laugh machine for their idiotic and offensive jokes. In short bounds he was upon his human, standing on his hinds and allowing the man to pet him.
"I missed you dear boy!" The man cheered happily as he hoisted the dog up like nothing. "Never go that far again, regardless of what my brother says." Star allowed his owner to place him on his lap, caressing the dog's ear softly. Star didn't mind it, it was the smallest affection that could wither away a week's worth of hurt.
"You must be tired from helping save those children. Balto's a good dog and all but you also helped as well. My precious boy." His owner kept showering him in love. Scratching his chin, petting his head, running his fingers through his fur, Star was in bliss. But at the same time he kept a close eye on the window. Heaven forbid anyone saw this. He couldn't digest the idea of others knowing he was basically treated like a pup but his owner; his MALE owner.
However, Star eventually let go of that thought as he let out a yawn. He had yet to realize how tired he was till just now. Blinking lazily he rested his head against the comfort of his owner's lap. The man gave a little laugh, continuing to pat the boy.
"My shining Star."