This is my second story in my Balto series before the movie. I also cannot improve my writing style unless I get FEEDBACK; to make it easier you can put it with your review, kill two birds with one stone R&R.
The year was 1924; in Alaska spring time for a certain town near the coast can be very cold, especially at night. The night was black, not the kind of black that you find in a dark room, no picture be it paint of photo could every give this kind of blackness this darkness justice; this was the type of black, dark nights that could make your head dizzy. And to look up at the night sky, to put it simply it would dumfound you, the dark colors the blues the whites, to see all those stars, those hundreds of thousands of stars, the milky way. And on top of all of this the spirits of the Aurora Borealis, you would simply drop to your knees eyes wide, jaw hung slack and maybe a little drool after staring for a minute or two.
A wolfdog was standing on a rooftop of Nome, all quiet, all the humans asleep in their beds and their dogs sleeping fat and happy next to their masters meant the streets were empty like most nights. The odd night in the week where a human or dog would walk the streets or alleys Balto would tail them from the rooftops like a ghost, after two years of intense training with Boris, Balto could hunt on his own, fight on his own, and get out of most situations by himself. This was the first month where Balto could start feel like he was more important, after all the training he went through for the past two years, Balto was now Nome's silent guardian, whether they wanted him at this point or not. In the past month no action had yet come up, though while still listening he was for the time being content where he was. Looking up to the heavens for anything and everything, his ancestors, his future, answers, anything.
Balto sighed and turned his attention from the sky above him to Nome's main street two stories below him. Being that Nome was a new town in Alaska the people had yet to put in street lamps for people to see at night. Usually people would use their house lights to navigate the streets of Nome at night, but at around two to three in the morning there were no lights on. But because of their night vision the dogs of Nome would sometimes stay up till late in the evening, because all of their people were asleep it made perfect get togethers at places like the boiler room or the old mill. Every now and then dates would generally happen late at night and the two dogs would spend most of their night staring up at the Aurora Borealis.
Then the sound of wet spring snow being crushed under someone's feet/paws filled his ears, Balto then started running from roof top to roof top trying to find who was out and about. Balto was going to make sure that whoever was going out this late at night was going to stay out of trouble, or never find it. The first time he had traveled though the town of Nome by roof top he was only a month old pup and being that small he couldn't make higher or longer jumps like he could now, also Balto now knew the whole layout of the town of Nome, every street, alley and dead end.
When Balto had reached the end of the street he found it was only one of the local dogs of Nome, she is a smaller husky around Balto's age by the name of Heather, chances are she and some of her friends were hanging out in the old mill, while she enjoyed her friends company she quickly got bored of all the small talk that went on and decided to turn in early. She was on the other side of the street from Balto and continued to walk back to her home, in the past she had heard of Balto, she had heard of a bloodthirsty wolfdog who lived on the outskirts of Nome, after he was found in Nome twice as a pup the people and dogs of Nome had hardly ever seen hide or hair of the wolfdog. Sometimes they would see his figure returning to the beached boat in the predawn of morning, on an odd occasion people would see a shadow move on the roof top, and even sometimes a pair of glowing yellow eyes coming from a dark alley way.
To tell the truth the rouge wolfdog was a real thing of mystery, even though as unpopular as he was his reputation was starting to rival the lead sled dogs of Nome, including Nome's star protégé Steele. The fact an outcast like Balto could rival his reputation irked the future lead dog to no end. Surprisingly enough, not to Balto's knowledge, he had sort of a small fan club, it is made up of young female dogs who like the shadowy and mysterious kind as well as they kind that figured they wanted to with as little commitment as possible 'take a ride on the wild side'. Heather herself was more or less one of these dogs, and she also more or less wanted to get to know Balto more personally.
Heather decided to take a short cut back to her home by the alley, and once she was in Balto leapt down from his hiding place from the rooftop and crossed the street. If there had been a casual on looker they would say a shadow leapt off the roof, crossed the street then quickly climbed up a crate onto another roof top like a bat out of hell.
As Heather continued her way through the alley way she had a sinking feeling someone was following her, she could almost feel someone's eyes boring holes in the back of her skull. She stopped abruptly and turned around and took a big whiff, she smelled a hint of husky odor that wasn't hers. "Alright" she said "I can smell you back there, now what do you want?" then behind a crate come a lean looking husky, he had all black fur and emerald green eyes. "What do you want Tony?" Heather asked, suddenly she was disturbed, when he had stepped out so had another odor, the smell of human's whiskey, and judging from the fog in his usually sharp eyes she guessed he had gotten into his fair share of whiskey.
"Oh, you know what I want" he said darkly with a hint of mischief, the cloudy look in his eyes had turned to show a new emotion, lust. "DON'T YOU DARE" Heather growled, she bared her white sharp teeth, but her teeth were nowhere near as intimidating as a sled dog's growl or a wolf's growl. And being Tony was a sled dog, and had been in more than a few fights in his life, Heather had a sinking feeling he was about to get what he wanted, no matter how much she struggled, she considered calling for help but she would only have two seconds and it could take them minutes to find her, by time they got there, the deed would be done and Tony would be long gone.
She was about to call out for help when a dark shadow of a canine came crashing from the roof and put himself right in between Heather and the drunk Tony, fur bristled and great canines bared, ready for battle. An instinct popped to Tony whom he could not explain, probably due to his intoxication and he was running more by instinct that actual thought process by now, his next instinct was to beat the challenging dog into a bloody pulp for ruining his fun. The two were then fighting with brutal ferocity going for each other's necks. The fearful primal growls that came from each other's throats could make any mammal pause in mid step to watch the scene unfold. But after the first few seconds of rage for Tony cooled down after the first few seconds of fighting when he realized something. He was not hitting anything.
Balto was all over the place, backing from attacks, side stepping with speed the eye had a hard time keeping up with, he would dart in for a quick bit on the shoulder or on the leg then just as quick as he attacked he drew back, Balto was as fast as a lynx and with a hit accuracy of one hundred percent. After twenty seconds of battle Tony hesitated for a brief moment and Balto rushed in at his throat and started tearing at it. After five seconds when it was clear he had enough Balto used his forehead to ram into Tony's chest and pinned him against the wall of the house.
Tony looked in shear horror at the glowing yellow eyes with dark brown eyes, it was not rage or adrenaline that had driven Balto to win that fight, Tony realized he managed to beat him with a cool head in twenty five seconds or less. If he managed to make Balto go into a rage his death warrant would be signed and sealed. Balto stared into Tony's now sober soul with utter pity and disgust and said in a low clear threating voice. "Leave" Tony slowly nodded feeling like this was only a slap on the wrists in Balto's book and limped off as quickly as he could.
Heather watched to whole thing with one thought on her mind 'he rescued me!' when Balto had caught his breath he looked at her making sure she was fine and she gasped at what she saw now that he was still. He was average height for a husky, with long hard and lean muscles, he had several bloody spots covering his body and there was a huge gash on his shoulder, he looked at her and she was surprised to see the glow in his eyes slowly dimming. "you should go home now" Balto stated and started to limp off, when he was out of sight for a few seconds Heather decided to do the craziest thing yet to date, she followed him