A/N: alright, somebody showed interest in Balto, but his parents are still around, so I'm going to push my other story aside until I complete this remaster of the first story I've written. While this will be a remastered version, it'll be very diffrerent, for instance I will start off with how Balto's parents met, how they became mates, Balto's puphood, how they came to the trawler we all know and love, and finally the events of the movies and everything between them. This'll be one hell of a story I am about to type up. Hopefully after figuring out my bearings with The Wolf Pet, Balto and the Purebred Husky, and end my first story I can (hopefully) write a decent story.
Without wasting your time, here is a story called The Story of a Family.
It was a cold, snowy day out in the wilderness, the All Alaskan Derbi was underway, and Togo was runing in it. His team and his musher have been looking forward to this day for years, "on your marks! Get set! Go," said a judge, and the race was off. Togo and his team were running like they were getting chased by bears, ready to win this race, or do the best they can.
While running the race a nasty blizzard started stirring up, it was extremely hard to see, and they got lost, "Togo can you see anything?" Asked one of his teammates, "nope, can't even see my nose, we should try and find shelter." Answered Togo, not really seeing much chance for survival, "I doubt we will in this storm, perhaps we should huddle up for warmth," suggested another teammate. Thinking that there wasn't anything better at the moment they all laid in a dog pile and hoped for the best, their musher already succumbed to the cold.
From that point on every second felt like another hour. With their musher possibly froze to death, lack of a cave or form of shelter, and no signs of the lizzard stoppig anytime soon the the team could only hope that any of them make it out alive. After an hour his teammates started to fall, one by one, and only Togo remained, "guess I'll see you guys in another life, I am sorry that I couldn't find us a place of safety, I've failed you," mumbled the husky before passing out.
Several hours earlier
A lone wolf was wander around, looking for a meal before a storm hits, "doesn't look like luck'll go my way today," thought the lone she wolf. The white wolf kept looking on, and on, but unfortunately couldn't find anything, so she headed for her den.
One her way back she caught hold of a smell, thinking it was a possible meal she went to seek it out. While she was goinng through the blizzard which had just started up, she came across a bunch of dead dogs, a human, and what looked like one of the huma's odd creations. Upon further inspecton one of the huskys in the pile was alivve, and was passed out, "well, I couldleave this guy to die, I won't lose much sleep, but it wouldn't e right to just let somebody die," after heaving the dog onto her back she headed for a nearby cave, "hopefully this will suffice," said the she wolf before doing her best to warm up the cold cainine.
Alright, that was chapter one. Hopefully you liked it.