I am on a role when it comes to me writing chapters I haen't wrote on the fly.. this is kind of a mixx of improv and planning, where I have a set goal for a chapter, but improv everything that happens in order for the characters get to such a point. Hopefully this new hubrid writing style works for the readers of this story. Anyways, I will see you on the other side.
It was a nice, warmer than usual day in the town of Nome. Everyone was quite happy with the weather, for it is normally below freezing. Snow was simply sprawled out on the deck, letting the wind flow through his fur, while the sun warmed him up a bit. Balto on the otherhand was preparing to get several things ready. Today was the day Snow learned how to hunt, so if he ddn't get a good meal from te utcher's scrap bin, or if Jenna couldn't sneak out food for the young pup, Snow could have an extra alternative. For food, "Snow c'mon! You're finally going to learn how to hunt properly!" Called the wolfdog, "coming papa!" Replied Snow,
The two were finally a trail, "now, Snow you're going to learn how to seak up on prey as queitly as possible," said Balto. Most of the day had been Snow findinng sometjimg, chaising it, and tripping over branche that have fallen. Balto had also tried teaching Snow the boundaries of two nearby wolf packs. Snow caught up on many things invlving wolves. One being a pack who has kidnapped Snow, and one Snow was well aware of, the pack that he has lived in for a short while as a pup before living ith the halfbreed.
Three weeks later Snow was roughly 19 weeks old, and during those three week, Snow had gotten to the point where he can hunt down rabbits, caribou where too big of an animal for a single cainine to take down. Everyday was also quite normal. Most mushers were still trying to find out who hee was, and most dogs stopped talking to him after he ltold them of Steele's fake injury, but he did not care, for he had his siblinng, his outcast of a father, Uncle Boris, and the polar bears, and he was satisfied with how his life was at the moment.
On the first day of the forth week, something was different. Snow is attempting, even though Balto had told himm not to, hunt down a caribou.. after finding a few minutes of wandering, Snow caught scent of caribou somewhere north, and headed in that general direction.
After an hour or two Snow had found the caribyy get sniffed out. Before he could react, a female wolf and several others had pounced on the caribou in coordination that would make most sled dogs jeallous, took it down. Snow tried sneaking off, but the unfortunately he acidently stepped on a twig. In one swift motion, the female who'd led the hunt on the caribou rushed him, and effectively ppinned him to the ground, "what are you doing here, dog?" Asked the female, "Snow ma'am," answered Snow. As this was said some murmurs amongst the hunting party started murmuring, and the female's eyes grew a bit wider, "Snow you say... by chance were you taken care of by two wolves when you wre a pup?" Asked the she-wolf. After some thinking his eyes widened in shock, "Siku? Is that really you?"
Haha, a cliff hanger. Anyways, I hope you liked it. Lemme know if I shoud simply stick to imrov, planned out chapters, or a hybrid of the two? To get a good idea on the hybrid, this chapter was a hybrid, for planned out ones, look at Snow's origins, for improv, anything before Snow's origins is a good example. Also this one is shorter, but I got the idea I needed for possibly ending the story, and hopefully do so in a good manner, in the next like 7-10 chapters. Anyways RR, or don't.