Wow, Poptart. Nice!

Prism I read ur mini story. It was pretty good.

Sorry I just had to! I am very impressed by this drawing, it really inspires me to draw my self. Great Job on this one!

Poor Steele, looks like he ran away. He is an outcast by all the dogs (and wolf dogs, specifically Balto and his pups) in Nome, and now, ever since Balto took his place as lead dog, his owner (the Musher) had gotten another dog, he claims that he is faster and not so aggressive as Steele. Steele, hearing the news, decides to run away, from fear, from hate, from Nome. He ends up in the deep woods, only, he can't seem to see any thing except... white. White snow circling him from every side, his fur being grasped by the flurries of snow, his eyes forcing them to squint, he stood, in the woods, the white woods. Alone, all of the sudden he began to remember what he had down, to all the people and dogs in Nome, not delivering the medicine, not getting his place back on the team, and not getting the girl. As he stood, in all of the motions, a tear fell from his left eye. Steele was crushed by every wrong thing he had done. Only, he couldn't just return to Nome to fix it, no, even if he tried, he wouldn't succeed. There was no way out. The forest was being taken over, trees falling, branches braking, the distant crackle of snow crumbling down a mountain. Was it over for Steele? Sadly.... Yes... But wait! It wasn't! Suddenly, a white figure appeared in front of him. Who was this? Steele thought as he was just about to sniff the sent. But even before he could, the figure introduced it's self. "I am The White Wolf."....

Good drawing.