A Notable Note
Hey there, just to say that I am no longer continuing this story from lack of interest and because I see that a lot of people have kind of gotten the same idea as me. So instead of making you wait and be disappointed at the fact it had been MONTHS since the last chapter, I decided to break the news to you.
As an apology, I have left the start of the 3rd chapter below.
Thanks for reading this story, I really appreciate it!
Sorry again.
Dogs2me
Chapter 3. What In The World?
Balto shot up in the middle of his sleep, awoken by a loud yelp.
As quick as a flash, he jumped from underneath his raggy, patched-up blanket and leapt from the edge of the boat. As he hit the floor, his legs collapsed underneath him causing him to fall into the sand. He groaned as he picked himself up. He really had to start using the plank more often rather than bungee jumping, he was getting old now.
He began to run, slowly picking up speed. His paws thumped against the ground, sending grains of sand flying. The winds blew making the sand fly into Balto's face and sting his eyes.
As he ran, other dogs looked up, awoken from their sleep wondering what was going on. Balto twitched his nose trying to pick up any sort of scent. He could smell blood, he was close. The smell was coming from behind a shed. As he walked over to the shed, there were splatters of blood in the snow. He quickly padded over behind the shed and saw…
A husky. It had been mauled. It lay there in a pool of its own blood. He went closer to investigate. He looked carefully at its collar. His eyes widened, hoping it was a dog with the same name. It couldn't have been the husky he had been best friends with for years, could it?
Balto began to make his way to the old yellow dog house which was outside a butchers shop.
"Maxwall? Maxwall!" He shouted up to the ledge where the kennel was.
He got no reply.
"…Max?" He climbed up the ledge and looked inside the kennel. It was empty. He sniffed around inside, nothing. Only some blankets. He ran to Jenna's house.
Jenna was sat outside.
"Jenna, have you seen Maxwall?" Balto asked her.
"No, he should be at the Butchers Shop shouldn't he?" She replied.
"….I don't know…Look, I've gotta go." And with that, he ran off to investigate further, wondering what he was going to do with his old friend's body.
He couldn't let anyone in the village see, otherwise he would have the same fate as Steel: Being hated and an outcast, as the Wolf Dog once was before.
Balto grabbed the body by the scruff of the neck and began to drag it from behind the shed, the blood smearing across the floor.
He popped his head around the corner and shiftily gawped around to see if anyone was there before he would hide the body and forget any of this EVER happened.
