[Bandit's Past]
STORY IS WRITTEN IN BRITISH ENGLISH. BALTO CHARACTERS ARE COPYRIGHT UNIVERSAL.
Copyright Characters (in this story) That Are Mine
Dogs/Wolves: Bandit
A/N: When I say "years/months" I mean HUMAN years. Just thought I'd clarify that.
1 Revised Edition
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Chapter One
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Outside, huge gusts of wind blew, giving the surrounding areas a mighty chill. In a rather spacey shed, Jenna was in a corner, licking little miniature wolf/dog-like forms. Balto, who was sitting nearby, wagged his tail slightly to show his pleasure. The puppies were trying to get as much milk as they possibly could, and were yelping in protest whenever another sibling had pushed them away to get a drink. Balto laid his head down next to Jenna's box, where she and the puppies were. He let his tongue hang out as he dozed off.
Meanwhile, Jenna was looking at her puppies with satisfaction. There were five; two creams, three reddish (like Jenna). Their eyes hadn't opened, so she would only be able to tell them apart by scent, not looks.
An hour later, Balto awoke, and, shaking his head, he got up. He glanced at Jenna and the puppies. They were asleep; Jenna curled up slightly; the pups snuggled close against her warm body. Balto smiled to himself as he jumped onto a bench in the shed. The bench was situated right below the window, so he was able to peep through. The snowstorm had, by then, stopped. His heart fluttered with joy as he raced out of the dog-door (A/N: just pretend there is a dog door in the shed) and into the snowy world outside.
Before Balto could get far, however, he stopped dead in his tracks. His family. He turned back without hesitation, heading back to the shed. He was never really interested in what he called "family affairs", as much as he was part of the family. He never knew what he could do for the puppies until they grew old enough to be played "rough" with, which meant tackling, biting and stuff like that. He had thought of talking to Jenna about such things, but never got the chance to. When he did get a chance, however, he thought she would get mad at him if he asked, for she believed that bringing up children were both parents' responsibilities, not just one's alone.
Balto re-entered the shed and flopped down on his belly. Jenna was still asleep. She stirred a little after half-an-hour, and woke up after forty-five minutes or so. She smiled happily at Balto. Her puppies lay sleeping by her side. A cream one kicked out, indicating that it was probably dreaming. Balto grinned upon seeing this. He nosed the puppy gently and it soon relaxed.
"Why are you still here?" Jenna asked incredulously.
"Well, I thought I'd just stay here a while…" Balto began.
"You know you don't have to," Jenna smiled.
"Oh, but I don't mind," Balto replied.
"Okay, then," Jenna said, then continued, "How's everyone else?"
"You mean Boris, Muk, and Luk?" Balto asked.
"Yes."
"They're doing great. Luk has learnt to say a few words, like 'Yes' and 'No'."
"Really? That's great!"
"It is," Balto agreed. By now, Balto and Jenna had run out of things to talk about, and so Balto's mind drifted off to Aleu. Aleu had been one of his favourite children. She looked so much like him (except for the eyes), but yet she was different. She wanted to be "wild", and free. She got her wish about a year after she was born. She led a wolf pack across the water, and was now (hopefully) leading a happy life there.
"Balto," a calm voice said, striking his thoughts.
"Huh? Wha-?" Balto jumped.
"Are you all right?" the reddish Husky asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," Balto replied hastily, not wanting to worry Jenna.
"You're thinking of Aleu, aren't you?" Jenna got up and nuzzled him, the puppies now at another side of the box.
"Yes, I just kinda… I kinda miss her…" Balto sighed.
"I do too," Jenna said.
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STORY IS WRITTEN IN BRITISH ENGLISH. BALTO CHARACTERS ARE COPYRIGHT UNIVERSAL.
Copyright Characters (in this story) That Are Mine
Dogs/Wolves: Bandit
A/N: When I say "years/months" I mean HUMAN years. Just thought I'd clarify that.
1 Revised Edition
~*~*~
Chapter One
~*~*~
Outside, huge gusts of wind blew, giving the surrounding areas a mighty chill. In a rather spacey shed, Jenna was in a corner, licking little miniature wolf/dog-like forms. Balto, who was sitting nearby, wagged his tail slightly to show his pleasure. The puppies were trying to get as much milk as they possibly could, and were yelping in protest whenever another sibling had pushed them away to get a drink. Balto laid his head down next to Jenna's box, where she and the puppies were. He let his tongue hang out as he dozed off.
Meanwhile, Jenna was looking at her puppies with satisfaction. There were five; two creams, three reddish (like Jenna). Their eyes hadn't opened, so she would only be able to tell them apart by scent, not looks.
An hour later, Balto awoke, and, shaking his head, he got up. He glanced at Jenna and the puppies. They were asleep; Jenna curled up slightly; the pups snuggled close against her warm body. Balto smiled to himself as he jumped onto a bench in the shed. The bench was situated right below the window, so he was able to peep through. The snowstorm had, by then, stopped. His heart fluttered with joy as he raced out of the dog-door (A/N: just pretend there is a dog door in the shed) and into the snowy world outside.
Before Balto could get far, however, he stopped dead in his tracks. His family. He turned back without hesitation, heading back to the shed. He was never really interested in what he called "family affairs", as much as he was part of the family. He never knew what he could do for the puppies until they grew old enough to be played "rough" with, which meant tackling, biting and stuff like that. He had thought of talking to Jenna about such things, but never got the chance to. When he did get a chance, however, he thought she would get mad at him if he asked, for she believed that bringing up children were both parents' responsibilities, not just one's alone.
Balto re-entered the shed and flopped down on his belly. Jenna was still asleep. She stirred a little after half-an-hour, and woke up after forty-five minutes or so. She smiled happily at Balto. Her puppies lay sleeping by her side. A cream one kicked out, indicating that it was probably dreaming. Balto grinned upon seeing this. He nosed the puppy gently and it soon relaxed.
"Why are you still here?" Jenna asked incredulously.
"Well, I thought I'd just stay here a while…" Balto began.
"You know you don't have to," Jenna smiled.
"Oh, but I don't mind," Balto replied.
"Okay, then," Jenna said, then continued, "How's everyone else?"
"You mean Boris, Muk, and Luk?" Balto asked.
"Yes."
"They're doing great. Luk has learnt to say a few words, like 'Yes' and 'No'."
"Really? That's great!"
"It is," Balto agreed. By now, Balto and Jenna had run out of things to talk about, and so Balto's mind drifted off to Aleu. Aleu had been one of his favourite children. She looked so much like him (except for the eyes), but yet she was different. She wanted to be "wild", and free. She got her wish about a year after she was born. She led a wolf pack across the water, and was now (hopefully) leading a happy life there.
"Balto," a calm voice said, striking his thoughts.
"Huh? Wha-?" Balto jumped.
"Are you all right?" the reddish Husky asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," Balto replied hastily, not wanting to worry Jenna.
"You're thinking of Aleu, aren't you?" Jenna got up and nuzzled him, the puppies now at another side of the box.
"Yes, I just kinda… I kinda miss her…" Balto sighed.
"I do too," Jenna said.
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