Boris ignored it though, his beak had blood all over it. Boris closed his eyes then opened them to take the next one out.

Boris once again went in but this time Balto jerked, and whimpered. Jenna held him down. He continued with his doing this one was twice as deep as the other bullet he could barely reach it. He quickly bit the bullet and carefully took it out. Balto whimpering turned into a yelp. He was coming to, he can’t being normal his blood lose is getting bad from here it must be over bad now. He went for the one close to his neck and pulled it out it was the deepest one that hit Balto.

He spate the two bullets out, then dove for the snow putting his tong on it to try be rid of the taste of blood.

Balto had his eyes open but didn’t move them. Jenna started to lick his wounds.

“We need to get up out of the cold, the boat bond to have an interior.” Hector said aloud.

“It does.” Boris said as he same up to Hector. Boris showed Hector where it was. Hector went back and grabbed Balto’s scruff again, to pull him. Only one could pull him up the steep wooden blank, Balto still left a small blood trail. Hector pulled him though the door. Now Balto my friend you don’t die here, you’re going to be father, telling them how to live, getting the girls chasing them!                         

Hector set him in the most comfortable spot possible for him to drag him in.

“Hey bird any blankets or something that he sleeps in?” Hector asked Boris.

“Yes.” Jenna said as she dragged the blanket in. she then wrapped it on Balto, and cruelled up next to him. Hector managed, “that now all they could do now is wait.” Hector went by the door.

“What are doing?” Boris asked Hector.

“Guarding.” Hector said strictly. Boris guessed when an alpha is hurt they usually come to take them out, his instinct.

Jenna nosed Balto every now and then, but Balto made no movement, his shivering, and breathing was the only sighs of life. He twitched it brought hope to Jenna, but in Balto’s mind thought it was only time till he’s passing.

The next day Jenna hadn’t slept nor did Hector he stayed awake staying on guard all night. He went to see if Balto was alive to his amazement, Balto went to a shivering and went to greeting teeth, which meant a lot pain he was going though, but had no energy to whimper. It’s an improvement.

Jenna was panic struck in Balto went to quiet to greeting teeth in pain. She tried to comfit him but, Balto only answered in loud cries of pain. She didn’t now what to do. She could only pray for it stop, after hours of this mental torment for her, Balto had fallen asleep. His breathing wasn’t normal it was either fast or slow. It varied. Jenna grew thirsty.

“Hey Boris.” Her voice was a tiny bit raspy.

“Yeah, Jenna.” Boris answered.

“Can you get Balto’s water bowl?” She asked him.

“No problem.” With that Boris went for the water bowl, he went out side and followed up the stern to where Balto had his water bowl. He picked it up and went back to the boats interior.

“Can you put it in front of Balto, please?” Jenna was still had desperate in it.

Boris placed it in front of Balto as she had asked. Balto does need to drink. Boris went ahead and touched his nose. It was rather hot, and dry. Fever. I hope those bullets left nothing bad.

Hector perked up his ears up, and started growling, he went from his sitting position to crouching position.

“What’s wrong?” Jenna asked Hector.

“It’s a human.” Hector growled at her.

Jenna listened, “Jenna here girl!” Jenna froze, “Wait Hector there my humans.”

“What?” Hector looked at her.

“Just go off I’ll be fine.” Jenna told Hector.

Hector gave a look that somehow she betrayed him. Hector looked at her for a minute then went out side. He ran down the wooden plank. He could smell the human close. He gave a growl before leaving. Yeah trust this one, it’s just as likely to shoot Balto as that other one.

Jenna agonized herself to leave, Balto but she did to go to her owners. When they saw her Rosé ran to her, “Are you okay girl!” She was confused then realized that Balto’s blood was all over her. She heard Rose’s father talking about her in some way. Jenna was about to turn around to get to Balto when Rosé’s dad stopped her. “Come on, Jenna you need to get home.” She protested No Balto needs me!

Rosé’s father got fed up with it and picked Jenna up. Jenna still struggled to free herself but calmed down knowing it was useless. She was now being carried away, she could only look back. She heard Rosé talking, but paid no heed to it. The thought of Balto refused to leave her, the three shots, Balto’s cry, Balto’s grunts of pain tell his sleep took him.

When Jenna came to reality she was home, She was set down and the door shut behind her. Jenna was lead to bathroom, to get clean. She thought to herself.

Hector finely returned to the boat, he climbed up and checked to see if Balto had gotten any better or drank some water. Hectors eyes widened at what he saw. In Balto’s gritting teeth blood was seeping though. Da*n it! It must have got his throat!

“Hey bird, the pain should have eased now, so why is his getting worse?” Hector demanded from Boris.

“Vhat? Da, the pain well I looked very closely when Jenna tried to get Balto comforted, and when Jenna slightly push on Balto’s side he jerked.” Boris explained.

“So that means?” Hector asked growing inpatient.

“So that means the bullet or ballasts cracked or broke bone.” He answered him.

“But it shouldn’t be hurting this long! You’re dumb!” Hector yelled at Boris.

“Wrong dog err wolf!” He stammered, but continued, “When bones crack or break they relish an acid that burns the muscle and everything around.” Boris now finished.

“And you know this how?” Hector murmured under his breath. Boris scoffed.

Hector screwed it over and looked at Balto worrying. What have you gotten yourself into hero..Only if you could answer..He is only going to get worse than if god willing let him live. Sorry Loresa, I’m staying an extra week.

Balto found him self in a cave, he looked around, Where I’m I? He blinked as he found him self outside watching the wolf with the spears or Sharpe sticks. He looked and saw a gold fur wolf, what a gold fur? The wolf wore something like amour a wooden thing with a spike in it. He looked to the grey one with the sticks

“I thought it was you I was fighting!” The grey wolf said.

The golden one answered, “Well he was smaller then I, wasn’t that enough!”

“I had never seen you till now keep that in mind.” The grey one coldly answered, “But I wish to grant the winner has right to bared with his clan.” 

“There is no such pack.” The golden one answered.

He looked to cliff like hill with many caves in it, the same hill cave! Balto saw Jenna look down at him then darted the other way.

In Balto’s sleep he muttered the words, “Je..Nn..a”

Balto felt the pain grow worse, he grunted at it, he felt like thousand wolfs was biting his neck and tight, and left side. He jerked as something touched him. He heard a voice soft and kind, “I’m here.” He tried to open his eyes but the pain was driving them to stay closed.

He tried put his mind and not pain in control he heard voices but paid no heed I need to talk Balto felt a warm liquid pass across his tong blood no! Balto knew this meant it was bad, and make everyone worry. Balto managed to put his feet down.

Now! He used all his energy to pull into from a side lying position to his four lying position or on his belly.

When he finished he gaped it felt like someone had stabbed his ribs, the air was forced out of him. He panted fiercely, he still tried to open his eyes.

“He’s moving!” Jenna yelled out her heart raced Balto is going to be alright! But something was wrong his eyes were still closed from pain, blood seeped though his teeth, he’s panting7 fiercely!

Hector rushed over, “What he shouldn’t be moving his ribs are broken.”

Balto felt his temper boil he very silently spoke, “I’m fine.” He felt like his throat was a living desert.

The conversation had stopped or the demanding rather. Jenna repeated Balto’s words, “‘I’m fine?’”

Hector looked questionly, “I didn’t hear it.”

Balto used the rest of his energy, “I’m fine.” He barely could rasp out.

“What?” Hector asked again.

Balto’s voice was even quieter and raspier, “I’m fine!” He felt his throat give out it was too dry. He tried to ask for water his body wouldn’t let it ask. A great serge of pain made Balto jerk, again. Darn it!

Jenna