Tomohawk: A Legend Who Became A Father

Alaska 1920, sled dog teams race over miles of Alaskain terrian to see who're the fastest dogs in all of Alaska. One path, which would be run by a champion, is the one way a legend will take to fufill a great destiny. To witness the birth of a virtuous leader, good friend, wonderous father, and a halfbreed. A misunderstood husky upholds the title of the fastest sled dog yet! Little does he know that a meeting of birth will be upon him soon.....

Chapter1: The Great Race

   The ground shook as ice and snow lept up from the thundering  waves of paws hitting the Earth. The wooden sled was pulled furiously across the icy tundra, ricocheting off rocks and boulders.A young teenager named Jason Corser at the end of the sled glanced back to see the second team coming up on their tails. He raised his glove sufficated hand and yelled a sharp command to the dogs.

   "Hike!" He commanded as the lead husky picked up speed. His tanish-brown fur swept across the rock-hard ground that seemed to fall back behind the sled. A forest of mystery appeared before them. Sticking to the path, the young husky came to a clearing in the forest. He stopped suddenly, sniffed the air, and took off once more. His team following his every move. Minutes passed before they came to a narrow pass between two mountians. As they approached Eagle Pass, the second team found them again. This team was lead by a pure black malamute. He sped up at the musher's part of the sled. Using dirty tricks, he tried to bite Jason, which caused him to fall over. Trying not to get hurt he pushed down on the bridge(break). Suddenly the first team went from first place to pulling up the other's rear. As soon as Jason striaghtened himself out, he lifted the bridge.

   "Hike!" He shouted once again and the lead husky took off with an explosion of speed, which almost tugged Jason off the sled again. He shouted again, encouraging his dogs to run faster. As soon as they had started they were already on the musher's heels!

   "That's impossible!" He yelled, glancing over to the soon to come Jason.

   "Not for my team!" Jason remarked, smirking and shouting "hike" one last time. Hearing his master's vioce, the lead husky ran faster. The wind pounding his face, his muscles near their breaking point, but the thought of losing to his rival again wasn't about to let him slow down! He took a deep breath and shouted commands to his comrades. Hearing the commotion, the malamute looked back to see his rival coming up on his tail.

   "Neck and neck again, ay Iron." the husky panted, breathing deeply.

   "Not this time, old man!" But before Iron knew it, he was behind the other team's pointers.He spyed the center next to him; he was lean, but nervous. He glanced down at his paws and then ahead again.

   "This'll slow you down!" As he went to bite the center's back leg a deep snarl came from behind him.

   "Don't touch my brother, pure bred!" As a large malamute/german shepard mix sliced his nose.

   "Thanks bro!" The younger more fragile husky yipped as Iron slowed to a jog and finally stopped completly.

   "Hike! Iron hike!," The musher came up to his dog who had suddenly stopped. "Oh boy, Iron." As he glanced down at the malamute's blood stained muzzle.

   "Wow they stopped! Lets win this! Hike!" Jason braced himself as the far away town of Nome came into view. Citizens lined the streets cheering on the team as they continued to pad forward. Breaking through the finish line, the dogs slowed to a stop. Out of breath, most of them fell over as the other adults congradulated Jason, while unhooking the dogs. Though the lead husky ignored the attention and wondered over to Jason, who layed down in the cold snow too, and layed against his owner's chest.

   "Good boy Tomohawk! Good boy!" Jason complimented him by scratching behind his ears. He walked off after Jason got up to accept the award.

   "To outstanding achievment and endurance, I give the first place prize to Jason's team!" The main hoster patted Jason on the back and walked off the front steps of the mayor's office.

   "Holding this trophy makes me think back to when I first got Tomohawk..." He rambled on about how he found this damp wet puppy wondering the streets of Nome when he was about sixteen and a half.

   "To think that he would end up being a great leader someday too," A tan malamute with a black stripe that came up his back and ended in a diamond on his nose pranced proudly over to Tomohawk. Though, Tomohawk was to busy getting pat from head to tail by the citizens to notice. 

   "Hey are you listening to me!? Hey T.H.!" At the sound of his vioce Tomohawk glanced over to see a large, ball of fur rushing at him. He tried to jump out of the way, but his legs gave up on him, leaving him stranded in the path of a raging fur ball!

   "Oh boy." He sighed as the husky thankfully slipped and only slid to halt at his side.

   "Hi Tomohawk!" His tail wagging so hard it seemed as though a helicopter was landing.

   "Hey B.J." Tomohawk yawned, tired of the big race they had just endured.

   "Godd race hunh!" He smiled widely.

   "Great race!" The other huskies and malamutes on the teamjoined them both. Their coats shimmering in the bright sunlight as it shown high in the sky to signal that noon was upon them. The musher and some kids gave the dogs water and food as they raced over to eat and drink quickly. Slippering it down they sighed deeply.

   "Great race, hunh guys!" Jason came out from behind the sled after unloading a first aid kit.

Chapter 2: Too Many Dogs

   Being surronded by his friends Tomohawk calmed down. He got up and stretched out only to fall back on his haunches in the cold snow. A large malamute walked over to him. His orangish fur shined while he rolled around in the comforting snow.

   "Tired leader?" His deep, gentle voice carryed through Tomohawk's ears with ease.

   "Only a bit Tiger. How about you guys?" They moaned and ached, but who wouldn't after a big race.

   "Tired! My paws ach, my fur is muffled, and I think I broke a nail!" Came a high pitched, stuck up voice from the back of the team. A pure silver malamute pushed through them, only to be passed by a small, pure black husky who ran over to Tomohawk's side.

   "Hey Star." Tomohawk told the young female as her baby blue eyes starred at him in awe.

   "You were awesome today Tomohawk!" She whirled around and fell over top B.J. who was still on the ground. Spying her love to be(NOT!) the silver malamute rushed over to him.

   "Yes Tomohawk. You did very well today." She said in a soothing vioce trying to seduce him. He got up and shook himself off. Pelting the malamute with slush and snow.

   "Sorry Pearl. Didn't see ya there." He barkd happily running over to Jason for a pat. As he walked over, Jason was patching up the white, silver side-stripped husky from earlier.

   "There you go Wave, how's that feel?"

   "Fine!" Wave barked a delighted bark with his tail wagging.

   "Good job today. Keep it up." Tomohawk encouraged him.

   "Really!?" Wave turned around, a bit surprised.

   "Yeah, just focus a bit more," Tomohawk spoke with a leader's vioce. "What happened anyway?"

   "I got some rocks caught between my pads."

   "No, I mean in the race. You slowed down a bit."

   "Oh, sorry about that. It was Iron, he tried to bite me in the neck and neck stunt, but Eagle got him!" He looked around, scanning for his brother's large brown fur. He saw him curled up near his food and water. Wave trotted over and sniffed him awake. His jaws opened wide as the malamute mix streched forward, lifting himself from the ground.

   "What is it wave?" He asked blinking to see his adopted brother.

   "Tomohawk wants to know what Iron did in the race."

   "Stop prancing around and I'll tell him," He chuckled as he scratched behind his ear next to Tomohawk. "During the race Iron tried to bite at Wave's paws so that we'd slow down. Though he doesn't understand that I had to bite Iron to stop him. Technically, I cheated for us to stop a cheater." Eagle looked down in disappiontment.

   "Hey, don't worry big guy! I'll get everything striaghtened out." Tomohawk tried to cheer him up the before he walked off to join B.J. and Star playing tag. They had somehow made the already aggitated Tiger, be the base in which they needed to get to. Unfortunately for them, the base kept moving away.

   "Can I join you guys?"

   "Sure Tomohawk! Get him!" They ran at him and jumped on him as he fell over to the ground.

   "You're it!" B.J. yipped as they ran around the sled.

   "Whoa, whoa pups. Lets go see the other teams." Jason hooked his dogs in pairs and Tomohawk on his belt. They headed to the ending edge of the snow covered street. The other teams pulled in one-by-one or two-by-two to cross the finish line. Iron's team pulled in and placed 17th by only trotting. Jason wandered over to the musher who was giving his dogs food and water. Iron was getting particular care from the vet, Dr. Smith.

   "He doesn't look that well John. He'll probably need some stiches."

   "Thanks for everything Doc."

   "Anytime, anytime." Doctor Smith shook his hand and walked off to inspet the other dogs.

Chapter 3: Apology

   "Hey John! Is Iron alright?" Jason asked, concerned for the dog's safety.

   "He'll need a few stiches, but he'll be fine. I'm expecting an apology