In the Negative

by RevieRev

Disclaimer:

I do not own Balto or it's characters. I also make no money from this fan fiction.

Chapter Five

All that could be seen from the gloom was the tip of that wintry damp snout and the shimmer from lustrous colorless fangs bore mutually, organized to bite any second. Bone-chilling growls erupted from the container and as he took a solitary tread frontward; those coffee eyes seemed to blaze, gradually awaiting contact in the midst of the sunlight.

He'd witnessed a good extent of it and that was all that Kaltag needed to hurl him over the summit. His chocolate brown gaze darted over to Aleu for a moment as the aroma of the blood plagued his mind. That collection of crimson around her rear feet was all he could observe as the discoloration sustained to broaden.

Looking back to the black and grey wolf once more, his eyes narrowed and he advanced forward.

Subsequently, it seemed as if out of nowhere, a explosion of laughter rumbled throughout the woodland.

"Brilliant, this is just brilliant," Sevrim cried out, whilst attempting to restrain himself. "Kaltag, it's been so long."

The wolf passed him a mischievous smirk and walked over to Aleu's side, but staying a good distant enough absent from her so she couldn't sink your teeth into him if she tried.

"Sevrim," Kaltag growled back at him, the apprehension rising inside. "Step away from her and depart immediately. You were banished from these lands over three years ago."

"Kaltag," Aleu questioned him roughly inaudibly underneath her breath. However, with the look he'd given her, she decided not to exclaim for once and just remained unvoiced. That's what she hoped she may possibly do at the extremely slightest.

"Oh, come now, Kaltag, that's no manner to treat an old friend," Sevrim spoke up. "I thought you and I were best buds, akin to two tenderly swirling, twirling snowflakes that just happen to match."

Kaltag began to proceed to the fore, not tearing his stare from Sevrim. Every muscle in his body felt like it was an inferno, along with every organ cooking over a blistering blaze. He was furious and fed up with Sevrim's emergence from the dreadful beginning. This was not what he considered necessary.

"I never sought to be of any fraction of that," the blonde dog snapped back at the wolf. "This will be your final opportunity to depart and never return."

Naturally, everything that Kaltag happened to declare went right into one ear and out the other. Sevrim wasn't here to be bossed around. He had much more planned than just spiraling around and departing. He sought his fair split of time here, and he wanted his prize that he'd claimed to be his.

"What's he mean, Kaltag? What's going on here," Aleu began to demand, her tolerance vanishing away with every second.

Just as he was about to say something, Sevrim twisted back over to Aleu, and completed a undersized leap progression forward with fangs out. He snapped at her, just missing the very tip of her nose.

"Quiet, doll face," he growled at her. "No one asked you to verbalize!"

Devoid of any hesitation subsequent to what had just happened, Kaltag had, unexpectedly to Sevrim, tackled the wolf. Sevrim was wedged off guard as they tumbled and rolled a few feet through the flurry about two times with the dog on top of him. He could distinguish the frenzy in those bronzed eyes, and it did nothing but get him going.

"What are you going to do, Kaltag," he asked, mocking the dog with his pitch. "You going to try and execute me, Is that your grand rescue the girl and be the hero plan? You assume that's going to resolve anything that happened, make all your tribulations go away?"

That self-righteous look on his face, Kaltag couldn't seize it. Sevrim had forever mocked him every opening he got, but that was just in his nature.

He should have finished it; he should have just killed him. Kaltag had every opportunity to do it. This wolf had raped Aleu, put enough more on his plate, and his caused him more troubles than he cared to grip. All he had to do was clutch the neck and bite downward, right? Of course, not anything could continually be that straightforward.

With no warning, Sevrim reached up and bit into the solid muscle on Kaltag's right front leg, beneath the shoulder. The smaller canine set free a yelp and dropped his guard, feeling that throbbing effect throughout his body from the puncture lesion.

Seeing his chance, the wolf raised his rear legs beneath Kaltag's torso and kicked frontward, sending the dog airborne towards a tree. Even though it was sudden, he had the instance to react, and Kaltag jammed his clench in what diminutive grime his nails could descend hooked on, just scarcely stopping him from crashing into the tree. His leg was going to nuisance him, but he knew at present was no instance to illustrate limitation.

Sevrim had already gotten back up onto his feet and was approaching Kaltag on his own this time. He was not here to engage in recreation of juvenile puppy games with this dog. He would not permit himself to look like a fool or a fragile pup in front of anyone. In his psyche, he was superior and the Alaskan Husky had no declare in what he did or how he did it.

"Do you yearn for me to make this swift or sluggish, Kaltag," he asked, not really caring. "You've got no chances to provide to me and you're fortunate I'm letting you fix on how I'll transmit out your end!"

"Try me," was the only retort that came.

With that, the dog and the wolf were at it as Aleu watched on in dismay, able to do zero because of the ensnare that had her bound. She could perceive and smell the blood that began to blemish the snow as it flew. Along with it at times, she could glimpse fur soar and ground to relax in the pallid blanket. If one bit the other, there were no yelps this time, they were just persistent. She could hear the snarls halo throughout the forest. Her mind and her heart raced, and she knew that they must have felt equivalent. The adrenaline hurried for them all, putting everyone on perimeter.

Yet, there was the one thing that stopped everything and froze it in time.

A gunshot had been fired.

The portrait captured seen by the new dog and human was the bulky black and grey wolf on top of the smaller fair Alaskan Husky, holding him pinned down. Sevrim had just let go of his throat at the echo of the gun shot, prepared to finish the dog off. Nevertheless, he wouldn't be walking away without any wounds.

Both canines were covered with blood tainted pelts, Kaltag's wounds merely more evident from his light coat. They were scratched, bitten, punctured, and bleeding approximately equally to each other. Noticeably, Sevrim had once had the upper hand before their brawl was interrupted.

Three pairs of eyes turned back to look at Sam and Yakone, just standing there, perhaps about two to three yards away from everything that had happened. Yet, no eyes set on the human being or the other canine. All eyes stayed focused on what the human was holding, the gun.

Sam didn't need much time to scrutinize what had happened. The entire scene spoke for itself. He was accountable for this dog, and there was only one thing that he could think of to do.

Pointing straight at the wolf, although he wasn't the finest shot, Sam aimed and fired.

Author's Note:

First fan fiction ever, still in progress. Would love to hear your reviews - good or bad.

Chapters to come will also include lemons and violence. You have been warned. :)

I'm sorry it took so long to update this. I've been very busy.

Added on to my original plan for what would happen.