It was a cold night in the town of Nome, but this was not unusual as many nights were so. The humans of Nome had all gathered to different houses to stay up late at night to celebrate the New Year. This served as a distraction for the majority of the dogs of Nome to gather in the boiler room.
While several dogs could usually be found in the boiler room at one point or another in the day, today it was packed with dogs who had gathered around. Word had spread for a week about a story that would be told tonight, one that has never been told before now, the full story of Nome's hero during its darkest hour.
By the boiler which all the dogs faced were six dogs who formed a semi-circle around the boiler itself, six dogs were sitting in a semi circle. Everyone was sitting, everyone was quiet.
The door opened suddenly and through the snow of the dark winter night two dark shapes immerged from the night, the first appeared to be a wolf. He strides to the boiler with pride and strength; even at his old age not one male had the stones to challenge him. He was brown with silver fur streaking over his body, his muscles sprouted from his body, lean and still rock hard from never ending use. But what was most striking of all was his golden/hazel eyes that saw everything. In his mouth he carried a leather pouch and moved as steady as smoke to the boiler, making not one noise.
The other dog who accompanied him was a red and white husky, despite her age she was still beautiful and the younger males could only guess of her beauty during her prime, she moved with much pride and dignity beside her companion while she made little noise while they padded onto their destination, the center of the room.
Once there the huskey sat down with her children while the wolfdog took center stage, most the red huskeys children were well known one way or another, but their reputations combined could not hold a candle to the wolfdogs as is. And now he was here now, with a story without a doubt in anyone's mind would be just as if not greater than his exploits to get the medicine back to Nome in 1925.
The old wolfdog turned and sat down and said to the room "today I am here to tell you a story no dog or wolf or any living being has been told before, realize the reason this is so is because it is not easy telling, nor at times will it be easy listening."
He paused and looked out at the room, though not for the first time in his long life he had an entire crowds undivided attention, then he was exhausted and wasn't expected to say anything because he had done good and selfless deed when he didn't need to, now here he was to tell a story no one else alive had heard, not Boris, not even his mate.
"I have few memories of my puppyhood with my mother other than her warm body, her soothing voice. My first memories of my life will be shown to you now" with that he turned to the boiler and tossed the pouch in. smoke began to rise from the vents of the boiler but gave no odor. Then the smoke began to take shape, in midair a shadow of a wolf was running at full speed, and in her mouth was a shadow of a month old cub.