In Nenana, Alaska, a raging blizzard struck the town. The thick white snow was heavy as it fell from the opened up dark grey sky, covering the landscape in a blanket of ice and snow. A small, homeless, husky pup walked through a narrow alleyway, shivering at the harsh cold wind. His eyes stung, the snow clung to his fur, soaking him to the skin. His legs trembled violently, his whole body weak as he collapsed by some sliver trash cans, lying rigidly in the deep snow.
A large black and white husky with a thick, shaggy, coat walked up to the small half dead grey pup and nudged his body with his wet nose. "Kid...?" The husky barked, only to receive no answer, just silence and the whirling of the wind around him.
The black husky picked the puppy up by the scruff of his neck and held him between gritted teeth before bounding down the alleyway in search of shelter.
The warmth was the first thing he felt. A blast of fiery heat warming his silky grey fur. He also felt a warm, soft, blanket wrapped around him. The puppy opened his sealed eyelids and looked up to see his saviour standing by a coal fire, watching the flames consume the fossil fuels, the bright orange glow illuminating his dark brown eyes. The large husky turned his head and stared down at the small puppy who met his gaze.
"I was starting to worry you weren't going to come round, kid" the dog told him, a doggy grin emerging on his face "How are you?" He asked concerned.
"Not so good." The puppy replied sadly, burying his face in his paws.
"Not surprised. You've been out cold for a while. Didn't think you'd make it, and yet here you are, living and breathing. What a relief"
"The weather isn't the problem" the puppy replied.
"Really? Last time I checked the weather almost killed you"
"There are worse things than death" the puppy said, sadness in his eyes, his voice thick with grief.
The large husky's smile fell "Like what?"
"Being alone" the puppy replied, sitting up with the blanket draped around his shoulders. "Everyone I know is gone"
"Everyone?" The large husky questioned the young pups words.
"My mum she- she died during childbirth..." The pup began to sniff softly "My brothers and sisters they- they were stillborn... I was the only one who wasn't dead.. My father he- I just lost him recently... He was alive 2 days ago- he- he-" the puppy began to wail sadly.
The large husky lifted one leg, reaching out to the grief stricken pup. The small dog ran up to the large husky and buried his muzzle into the dogs thick black fur, tears glistening his grey furry cheeks as the larger dog wrapped his raised leg around the puppies back, embracing him in a hug. "You don't have to say anymore" he told him gently.
"I'm sorry for everything you've been through. You're so young... And you've been through so much. It sounds like things haven't been easy for you. I'm sorry... Um..." His voice trailed off as he was unsure of the pups name.
"Dingo. My names Dingo" the pup informed him, his voice muffled.
"Hey, Dingo. I'm Jet" Jet told him. "Don't worry Dingo, everything's gonna be fine now, you're safe. I'll take care of you and give you the life your parents couldn't give you"
"R-really?" Dingo asked, lifting his head and meeting Jet's gaze, the pups midnight icy blue eyes full of hope.
"Of course" he replied kindly.
"Thank you, Jet" Dingo responded gratefully.
The cold storm outside the warm boiler room raged on around them.