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Chapter 4

The town of Nome was dark and quiet, the people and animals well into their sleep. The moon lit up the streets with silvery light, the snow reflecting brightly.
At the edge of town, there was movement in the shadows. A figure stalked between buildings, around walls and across streets. It headed towards a barn across town, which held a group of sleeping animals.

. . .

Tundra tossed and turned in her sleep, whimpering slightly as her dream took a dark turn.
She was running. Trees were all around her. The snow below her feet no longer felt comforting, but cold and stinging. She was growing tired, but couldn't slow down. She was running from something.
Suddenly, piercing green eyes flashed in front of her, and she skidded to a stop, tripping and rolling in the snow. She stood upright and twisted and turned, trying to see where the eyes had gone. She stopped as she sensed something behind her. She turned quickly, finding the eyes staring right at her. They got closer and closer, as a menacing chuckle sounded from the dark figure suddenly attached to the eyes. She felt her breathe quicken as she couldn't move away. She began hearing the muffled sound of an unfamiliar voice shout something, something she couldn't quite make out. As the eyes drew closer, the voice got clearer. When the eyes suddenly advanced to directly in front of her, the deep, panicked voice shouted clearly: "TUNDRA!"

The red-colored husky shot up from her sleeping place, panting heavily. She clutched her chest, feeling the fear slowly trickle away as she woke up from her nightmare. She looked around the barn. Some animals and most of the Sled Team had slept here, being too tired to go home from the party.
Tundra quietly stood up and crept out of the barn, walking out into the moon-lit night. She breathed deeply as she felt the comforting snow beneath her feet. It wasn't cold and sharp like it had been in her dream. She shivered at the thought of her nightmare. 'Whose eyes were those?' She wondered.
They were unnerving, cold, filled with madness. And yet, when they looked at her, she couldn't help but feel as if the madness wasn't directed towards her. She also thought about the unfamiliar voice in her dream. It sounded deep, like a male, but that was the only clue she had.
'Strange...' She thought.
A sudden noise brought her out of her thinking. Her ears pricked up, and her eyes darted around. After a moment, she sniffed the air. There was the smell of an unfamiliar animal in the air, but it was very faint. Either it was from a while ago, or some animal was masking its scent. She heard another noise, coming from around the corner of the barn.
Tundra felt a slight trickle of fear enter her chest, and straightened her shoulders. She kept her ears alert and her eyes open, and quietly moved towards the side of the barn.
She was close to turning the corner, and paused. There were no noises, no movements, and the scent had disappeared somehow. The whole situation didn't settle well with her. She decided to take a look just in case. She slowly creeped to the very edge of the wall. She got into a defensive stance, just in case some threatening animal spotted her. In a quick motion she turned the corner.
The snow on the ground looked untouched. There was nothing there.
"Huh... Guess it was my imagination." Tundra mumbled to herself. Though she still felt like something wasn't right, she shrugged her shoulders and turned to go back to bed.
Tundra's body froze and tensed up at the same time, and she let out a terrified yelp. Two piercing green eyes stared at her. Though it was only for a moment, as she felt something blunt hit her head, and she fell to the ground unconscious.

.o.0.o.

Tundra's head was throbbing. She didn't dare open her eyes, as she felt sore and in pain when she moved. She could hear low voices around her. Her senses began coming back, and wherever she was, the air smelled of metal, salt, and fish. The voices were clearer now, though they still sounded slightly muffled. She decided to try and open her eyes.
As her eyelids slowly pried open, her gaze was met by a harsh light. She turned her head to the ground, which wasn't too hard since she was lying on her right side on a damp, metal floor. Her head still throbbed, but it was getting better, and her muscles didn't feel as sore. She slowly picked herself off of the floor, and found herself in a medium sized room. There was one lightbulb in the middle of the ceiling, which created a harsh concentration of light in the center of the room, leaving the corners painted in shadows. There was a door without a handle on the wall facing her, and there was a thick, round window near the top.
Tundra slowly walked over, keeping her senses alert. She trembled slightly, fearing what lay beyond the door. The memory of the piercing green eyes came back, and the fear doubled. She peeked outside of the room, and found a larger, darker room. There were desks and computers everywhere, and she thought she could make out a small figure in the corner of the room. In a burst of anxiety and fear for her life, she began banging on the door.
"Hey! Somebody! I'm in here! Let me out! Please!" She yelled as loud as she could, hoping that there really was someone in the larger room, and that they would come to the door. She continued banging her balled up paws on the door, creating as much noise as possible.
Suddenly, her ears twitched. She ceased her movements. The soft sound of footsteps echoed around the larger room outside. A small - very small - ray of hope caused Tundra to pound faster on the door.
"Hey! Get me out of here!" She yelled. The footsteps grew closer. She felt herself let out a small smile.
A pair of green eyes startled Tundra and caused her to shoot away from the door, gasping and clutching her chest. Although she felt very, very afraid in that moment, there was this instinct rising inside of her. She felt herself let out a deep growl and narrow her eyes. As the door began to open, she bared her teeth in warning to the dark, looming figure outside of the door.
As the figure stepped into the light, Tundra's growling died down. She still had her eyes narrowed, though she was trying to keep them from widening in shock. Before her stood a tall, fierce looking wolf with dark black fur and piercing green eyes. Tundra felt her fear grow slightly as she couldn't help but think that the wolf almost looked like the figure in her nightmare.
After a moment of silence, the wolf smiled lightly.
"Hello, Tundra." The wolf said, in a deep, slightly razor edged voice. Though it had a twinge of danger, it also sounded composed and dignified.
"Do I know you?" Tundra questioned mockingly, trying to mask her fear. The dark wolf chuckled, tilting his head to the side.
"No, you don't. But I know you." He said mysteriously. Tundra couldn't help but notice the slight pain in his eyes when he said that. She decided to ignore it for now, and get straight to business. She wanted to go home as soon as possible.
"What do you want with me?" She questioned. A few moments passed as the wolf mulled over his answer, and when he opened his mouth he walked a few steps closer to the red husky.
"I want... Your loyalty." He said finally. Now Tundra was very confused. 'What in the world does he mean by that?' She wondered. She lifted one eyebrow slightly to show her confusion.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" She inquired. The dark wolf took another few steps forward, which now made Tundra stumble back a few feet. The wolf flinched slightly at her response, almost if it had hurt him somehow. He regained his thoughts and took a breathe.
"I want you to stand by my side... To be on my team." He said, still replying with vague answers. Although fear still gripped her, Tundra somehow found the confidence to call him out on it.
"Sorry, but your gonna have to be more specific." She snarlingly replied. At this the wolf smiled.
"Yes, of course..." He trailed off, seeming to think something over before speaking. "What drives someone to do something drastic? Something possibly... Destructive?" He asked rhetorically.
"A lack of maturity." Tundra replied, more under her breath. Her breathing stopped for a moment as the dark wolf cast her a warning glance before continuing.
"In my case, it is revenge." He took a step forward. "I was once part of an organization that thought very highly of me, but some years back they turned on me. Betrayed me." He said this with distain, anger filling his eyes. "Forced me into confinement... But luckily, I have escaped. This is where you come in," the wolf stepped closer, now a few feet in front of Tundra. He looked into her eyes as if he was pleading. "You are the only one who can help me succeed in this." He said. The red husky felt more nervousness fill her stomach, and began shaking her head.
"No, no- why do you need me? Why am I so important to your plan?" She questioned. The dark wolf opened his mouth to answer, but an alarm stopped him. It was short and loud, followed by yellow flashing lights in the room outside. He growled lowly, and stepped away from Tundra.
"I will be back shortly." He stated, before walking out of and closing the door to the room.
Tundra immediately ran to the door. Although she was positive that it was locked on the inside, she still tried to push it open. 'Just as I thought...' she said in her head as the door stayed put. She slowly stepped back from the door, her breathing increasing.
"Alright... Maybe I can get out of here another way." She murmured to herself.

.o.0.o.

Boreas stalked towards a small arctic fox in the corner of the dark room.
"Lyle... What. Is. Happening." He growled. The fox looked at him with wide frosty eyes, trembling slightly. He hesitantly opened his mouth.
"W-well, sir. I-it ap-pears that som-me members of The N-north Wind are here." He relayed, fidgeting in his seat. He pulled back his ears in fear as a low growl emitting from Boreas's chest steadily grew louder.
"They're HERE!?" Boreas practically roared. Lyle cowered in his chair as the dark wolf seethed, his nostrils flaring. After a moment of feverishly looking around the room, the wolf slowly turned his gaze to the fox. His green eyes flashed, and he gave the fox his harshest stare.
"Did. You. Contact. Them." He spoke lowly, keeping his eyes trained on Lyle. The fox slowly met Boreas's gaze, his body trembling even more.
"N-no, s-sir. I w-would never-"
"If this is about your family, then I have some bad news for you. Pulling off this stunt will get them killed!" Boreas threatened. Lyle's eyes widened, and he quickly spoke up.
"No sir! I swear! It w-wasn't me! It wasn't-" Boreas suddenly slammed his large paw on the desk in front of the fox, effectively silencing him. The dark wolf studied Lyle, looking for any sign that would show he was lying.
After a moment, Boreas pulled back, his expression stone.
"You're telling the truth. Your family will live," Lyle visibly relaxed, a thankful smile creeping up on his face. "...for now." Boreas finished, stalking away and heading towards the doors leading to the rest of the submarine they were in. Lyle's eyes widened, and sent a silent prayer to his family.

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