own cave with Brigham so that he could have a good place to sleep. The suns light was starting to appear over the horizon. Its soft, pale yellow glow blended with the grey blue sky. As it slowly rose, orange light emerged and pieced through the blended colors. It was as if Brigham was witnessing a painter paint the sunrise on a canvas. The scene created warmth in his heart and at that moment, on the eve of his journey alone, he felt as if all was right. Brigham was so drawn to the sunrise that he did not notice Vira who was standing beside him. “You’re up early,” Vira said. “Yeah, I guess I couldn’t wait to start my journey.” “Do you know where you’re gonna go?” “No, but I have a feeling Aniu will handle that for me.” Vira smiled as he remembered the moment he met Brigham; he remembered it as if it were just yesterday. Brigham was young and confused but Vira underestimated how fond he would grow of Brigham. Vira did know this day would come, but it did not make it any less hard. It had only been a year, but Brigham was grown up now, and ready for his journey. Brigham saw that Vira was smiling and asked, “What are you thinking about?” Vira was lost in memories and did a snap-out-of-it shake of his head. He looked at Brigham and said “Everything.” Brigham jokingly said, “Don’t hurt yourself.” Laughing, Vira said, “I’ll try not too.” Vira’s father walked up to the two, “Beautiful morning isn’t it?” Brigham and Vira both agreed. “I sent a messenger to your sister, our leader, Brigham, she will inform all the tribes and packs of your journey and command them to aid you if you so need it. However, be on your guard, not all wolves follow your sister.” “Thank you Ulra, I am in debt to your for your kindness and hospitality.” “Far from it, but you can consider us even if you would like too.” Brigham smiled, “Deal.” After many thank yous and goodbyes with members of the pack, Brigham set out on his own, with faith as his guide and destiny as his goal.”
After three days of travel, Brigham had met a few tribes and packs that gave him food and shelter. The air was beginning to get colder than usual, even for an Alaskan winter. However, Aniu provided Brigham with friendly tribes who would tell him stories of world history and other lore about Aniu. Although Brigham did not know where he was going, he followed a peculiar raven who he knew was his grandmothers handiwork.
What seemed to be a progressive journey with little to no setbacks was actually full of a constant hardship. The night before Brigham set out on his journey from Vira’s tribe, Brigham was dreaming, but this was not a normal dream. He dreamt of a beautiful husky that was impossible to reach. Her face would not only consume his dreams but also plague his thoughts during the day. In his dream, and all of them after, he would be standing on a long flat piece of ice. In the distance he would see the husky, he longed to see her face to face and talk to her, so he would begin to run towards her. When he was close, she would vanish and so would the ice in front of him. He then plunged into a dark abyss and as he fell, her face would flash before him. Every time he awoke he would be sweating and out of breath. The only thing he had to remember her was the mental picture in his dreams. She was the most beautiful dog he had ever seen. Her coat was like the morning sky before the sun comes out, with a grayish blue tone. Her undercoat was a smooth cream color without any imperfections. She was breathtaking and had the most captivating sky blue eyes. During the day, all he would see is her face before him, and sometimes he even thought he saw her out of the corner of his eye. But when he would turn to look, she would not be there.
Why is this happening to me? He would think.
Why can’t I get her off my mind? One day is was especially bad, so bad that by the days end, he had run into ten trees, five boulders, one thorn bush, and one especially defensive beehive. Brigham was in intense pain, but it was not from all his mishaps with nature, it was from heartache. He longed to see her as the night longs for the day. He missed her even though he had never actually met her. He had always thought there was something missing in his life but now that he the saw the missing piece and could not have it, the pain was far worse. There she was, the one he would take as his mate, the one he longed for… the one he loved. However, he could not have her, and it ate away at him every waking moment and every restless sleep.
Why can’t I have her now? Aniu, why are you teasing me with the image of her face only to leave me still alone? Why must you dangle the woman of dreams, the woman of my heart in front of me like a carrot on a stick?
After three days of torture and agony, Brigham got his answer. On the third day, one that was especially cold and filled with light snowfall, he happened upon a small group of what seemed to be wolves on the edge of the forest. They were crowed around two figures facing each other. While the wolves were circling the two figures, Brigham caught a glimpse of the pair. He first saw the larger of the two, which seemed as if they were harassing the other. He was a large wolf who looked very shabby, almost rabid. The smaller one was someone he had seen many times, and he recognized her as soon as he saw her. She was the husky in his dreams and the one who occupied all his thoughts.
Finally, my chance to actually meet the girl you have planed for me!
She was even more stunning in real life. It took him a second to return his mind back to earth, and when he did he realized what he had to do. “Leave her alone” he said. At the sound of his voice, the wolves stopped circling and faced him along with the husky. The large wolf, which Brigham knew was the leader stepped out in front. “Who are you to tell us what to do?” “My name is Brigham and I’m pretty sure
she isn’t enjoying..” But before Brigham could finish speaking the husky spoke up, “I can handle myself just fine, thanks.” Taken aback, Brigham tried to think of what to say. While Brigham was recovering from the blow, one of the other wolves whispered to the leader. “Treagan, I’ve heard of that name, I think he’s the brother of Aleu, the one she made the decree about. She said that anyone who encounters him is to give him safe passage and aid if he so need it.” Treagan snickered and said, “he’ll get no such special treatment from us.” He then spoke to Brigham, “So you’re the one Aleu told us to ‘take care of?” The husky started to fidget and grew anxious,
who is this guy, trying to look all tough and save me. He is kinda cute though, but what are they saying about Aleu or whatever, ugh, why did I venture away from town.” Brigham made like he was about to speak but Treagan cut him off again.
“Well I’ve got news for you, we don’t follow your Alue’s laws. We would never follow a half-wolf, which if I make the connection correctly, would also be germane to you, wolfdog.”
The husky was even more confused now,
he is the brother to Aleu, and they are both half-wolf?” Brigham knew where this was going and he knew he had better make a plan. Tregans minions were already closing in. “So, Treagan is it?” Acknowledging Tregans surprise, Brigham continued, “Yes, I know of you and you
little rebellion. Does that mean you no longer revere the old ways?” Brigham had grabbed Treagan’s curiosity, he ordered his men to stand down. “No, we only disobey the laws that your half-breed sister has implemented. Impurities in our blood like your sister and yourself insult the old ways.” This was exactly the response Brigham was expecting and he continued, “Ok, so you still hold the old traditions and rules high?” Growing impatient Treagan sad, “Yes, I already told you wolfdog, they are law!” Brigham heard everything he needed to hear so began to put his plan into motion. “Well in that case, I challenge you to an Agnaku.” All the wolves let out a small gasp, and even Treagan was surprised. “I’m impressed wolfdog, you know of the old ways. If you know of Agnaku, then you do know that it is to the death.”
The husky began to get more nervous now,
to the death? Why must all guys fight and try to prove their strength? If he’s doing this for me then he is definitely being a little extreme. “Yes I understand the rules Treagan,” said Brigham, who’s voice was strong and confident.
On second thought, Brigham is kinda handsome….. No! he’s just another guy just trying to show off. He knew Treagan was stronger than he was but Brigham was more agile. All he had to do was stay on the defensive and he could easily counter Treagan’s attacks. He just needed to keep Treagan attacking and judging by his short temper, it wouldn’t prove to be too difficult. Treagan’s wolves surrounded the fighters as the snow began to fall harder. The air was thickening and their breathes were now even more visible. The snow created a false sense of peace, but there was an almost palpable sense of tension. Brigham needed to get Treagan angry, “You and you’re men are looking pretty ragged, do I need to go easy on you? I mean, you could always forfeit.”
He is just like every other guy, arrogant and a show off. Treagan was not the type to be mocked and lunged at Brigham after he had finished speaking. Treagan was faster than Brigham expected but he
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