I never really expected to write a Road Rovers fanfic. I mean, I'm a long time fan of the show, but that was years ago when it was still running on TV. It was one of my favorite shows then, even if it was a really short series. But I started writing fanficion much later, long after the series was cancelled. I didn't think something like this would happen.

Recently, however, my family and I have been looking back on our childhood memories, which led me to find the old Road Rovers episodes online. And of course after watching all the episodes, the wheels in my brain started turning and I somehow came up with this little idea.

I won't give away what the story's about, since you should get the idea as you continue to read. Keep in mind when reading this section that this is just a prologue, so yes it's short, and it's just an intro to the real story here. It should get better as it goes on (if it goes on; I'm not sure with how random my mind is...).

I'll just shut up now. Anyway, enjoy!

Power of the Pack

It was an especially heavy snowstorm that one Siberian evening. But as sled dogs, they were used to it.

Even so, a certain husky was having trouble sleeping that night. With a soft growl, the restless canine shook the ice crystals from his salt and pepper fur before rising to his feet and stretching his lean body. He looked towards the sky, watching as the menacing clouds continued to pour their snowy fury upon them, and snorted at them in defiance.

Glancing toward the nearby cabin where their master rested, the husky slowly padded through the crisp snow, leaving his mark with a soft crunch. He moved carefully, precisely so as not to wake the other dogs that lay sleeping around him.

Each dog lay curled in their designated spots to keep themselves warm, as they learned to do since they were young. Snowflakes continued to cover their bodies, but it didn't bother them in the least. Eventually a layer of snow would encase them and provide a warmer layer of protection from the more freezing surroundings.

Except for one, the black and white husky noted with some exasperation.

He stood where another husky lay, her pure white fur buried under the frozen crystals. Even though she was the youngest of the pack, the larger dog thought she would know the proper way to keep herself warm while sleeping.

With a canine sigh, the black and white husky carefully moved her tail closer to her snout. Instinctively, the white canine curled into herself more, and the appendage coiled around her nose. Satisfied, the larger dog stepped back.

As pack leader, he made particularly certain that each member of the group was taken care of and ready whenever they were needed…even if it meant helping someone warm up a little.

The black and white husky continued along, briefly checking on each of the other dogs that created their group. As he came upon the last canine, his paws carried him further as his blue and brown eyes drifted to an undisturbed patch of ground. At first glance, there was nothing out of the ordinary about that certain spot, but he knew it was only because the snow long since covered any physical traces that a dog once rested there.

Unable to stop himself, the leader shuffled his nose through the snow, sniffing through the ice crystals as he thought of the last member of their pack. It had been a while since he thought of the other husky who left them behind, but he remembered that night very clearly. And though he knew that the other dog was never coming back, he found himself missing the absent part of their family.

Growling suddenly, he dug his paws into the snow-covered area. The other chose to leave, he reminded himself. Not even a scent was left anymore, demonstrating how long the other was gone. The leader knew it would be best not to think of that other dog any longer.

Even if that other dog was his brother...

With another snort, the black and white husky headed once again for his spot among the other dogs. The storm was finally beginning to ease, and he knew he could finally lie down comfortably and get some rest.

However, as he neared his snow-covered hole, a piercing whistling sound suddenly echoed throughout the night and forced him to freeze in his tracks. He looked up sharply, his bi-eyes scanning the darkness to locate the source of the noise. His one good ear perked up and moved with the sound while his other ear – a smaller round stump that looked as though was bitten off by a larger creature – twitched irritably at the annoying frequency.

The tone persisted, drawing the other sled dogs from their slumber and pulling them up on their paws. Curious to the noise as well, they hesitantly approached their leader and sniffed the air, trying to determine what was causing the racket.

The whistle grew sharper, beckoning the pack forward into the frozen emptiness before them. At first they moved slowly, uncertain about what awaited them beyond their residence. But at the whistle's command, the sled dogs broke into a swift run to greet whatever called them. The black and white husky broke ahead of the group, leading them through the frigid night.

Though the initial storm had waned, a light snow still lingered and covered the fresh tracks, helping the dogs disappear into the darkness.

TBC