land-slide. Rachel loved the look her father gave her. It was defeatness and hatred and surprises. That made her excited. She and her team-mates where actually connecting. Balto had told her it would be easy to make friends.

 

     BANG!

  

                And Rachel and her team were off. They went out slow to study the area they were racing on. The area was rockier than anything else she had ever seen. She knew that she would have to use her leg muscles more than anything. That's another thing that she had learned from Balto. Before she had went he taught her of the wolf and how to make sure she is safe on races.
 

                By the evening the sun started to go down, though her musher didn't think that it was time to stop. And good thing he didn't. She wanted to get ahead of her father and so far they are not. But right know they are neck and neck. Rachel could feel it in her heart that they were going to win. Like her mother had told her, no one bad ever wins. Darting with the evil Steele was hard for Brownee. He had cut his foot on the way. Rachel watched Steele. She knew that he would start making some kind of cheating move. There, she saw it in his eyes. 
   

"Brownee, watch out!" yelled Rachel. But she was too late. Steele had snapped his mouth on Brownee's wounded foot. Before her and her team-mates new it they were flying of the mountains cliff that they were one. Rachel saw before she blacked out that the other musher had caught Nick in time.

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                Hung woke up from his sleep. He swore that he heard a lot of animals howling into the winds. He couldn't fall asleep after that. He decided to walk around the winter camp. They had finally arrived late this morning. The territory was full of deep woods so no human could come in here; his father has even seen them try. Hung jogged around the open circles on the other side of the territory. When Hung got to the third circle he smelled blood, and it was fresh. He sniffed the air. The sent confused him. It smelled of wolf, but also something else that he didn't know of. Hung moved toward the opening cautiously. When he got there he saw some animals that kind of looked like his kind. He sniffed them. He noticed that they were all dead. He walked up to them confidently this time. He knew they were dead, so he guesses that it didn't matter if he went up to them or not. He looked at them more closely. They didn't have big paws like he did, or snouts. They looked just like him, but smaller.

                 Hung jumped when he heard a moaning sound. He saw one of the dogs stand up. He swore they were all dead. He began to growl when the red female wolf thing got up. He figured that she didn't notice him since she began licking her wounds before she looked at anything else. She saw her brown eyes wonder to the other animals. He saw horror and sadness in her eyes and confusness. Before he knew it she was howling a very sad song.

"Be quiet!" growled Hung.

 

                The red animal swung her head down, noticing the wolf for once. She bent her head down and started to growl at the wolf. Hung just laughed and looked at her. Her stance was all wrong. He could kill her in one swipe.

 

"With that stance for a wolf, I could kill you easily," laughed the wolf.

 

"Well I am not a wolf," growled the red animal.

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Rachel stood there looking at the wolf. She wasn't sure if this wolf was a threat, or would let her live.

 

"Then what are you then?" asked the wolf,

 

"A dog. A purebred Siberian Husky," said Rachel calming down a little bit.

 

"What are a dog, let alone a Siberian Husky?" asked the wolf again.
 

"I am," said Rachel.

 

"Oh...what's your name?" asked Hung walking forward a little.
 

 “Uhm Rachel...yours?" mumbled Rachel.
 

“Hung," said Hung.
 

                Rachel looked at Hung a little bit. She decided since she cleaned all her wounds she should start heading home. She looked at all her team mates and shuddered. She couldn't do anything to help them now, so what was the point of staying. She got up and began to walk, but then she heard a growl behind her.
 

"What?" asked Rachel.
 

"Where are you going?" he growled.

 

“Somewhere, but here. I have to find my way back home," she said calmly. She felt like that she didn't have to be scared of Hung.

 

"And where is that home?" asked Hung.
 

"Why do you need to know that?" snapped Rachel

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                Hung was taken aback by how Rachel snapped. He backed up feeling that it may help a little. He took a deep breath and answered her question, "I was just thinking that maybe I could help you find your way back. I mean it will be tones safer since my pack will be up and about and not all of them are that nice."
    

                He was surprised by his own answer. For some reason he felt like this "dog" could be okay. Not like her father had told him they were like. Hung watched as Rachel thought this over. He wasn't sure if she trusted him or not. But I guess he would see when Rachel answered.
 

"My father told me to never turn my back on a strange wolf until I know him well enough. For now I will keep that way and get to know you before I trust you," answered Rachel.
 

"You were taught the ways of the wolf," said Hung shocked. But then he gave it some more thought, "You must be a wolf dog with a wolf father."
 

"I am not a wolf dog. I wish I was with the real father that I have. My Step-Dad treats me as his own pup. And I know for a fact that if you hurt one hair on me he will come after you," threated Rachel.
 

"Got some spunk for a dog," laughed Hung starting to lead the way to a safe den, "You will probably want to rest for a day or two. You look like hell."

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                Rachel waited for Hung to leave before she drifted off. She didn't want to sleep but she knew she had terrible wounds that needed to heal and sleep would be the best medicine for now. She curled up in a tight ball and fell asleep.
 

                With the smell of fresh meat Rachel flew her eyes open. Right in front of her was a caribou leg. To her, a normal pure bred husky, it looked like the most disgusting thing ever. Before she ate it she sniffed. When she was sure Hung wasn't around she took a bite out of the meat. It was warm and sweet, totally different then what she thought it would taste like. She continued eating the leg until she had her share. Rachel didn't like being cooped up in this cave so she decided to stretch outside.

   

"Seems like you didn't like that leg,"

 

                Rachel spun around and saw Hung lying on top of the cage.

 

"I...I thought you weren't here," said Rachel shocked.

 

"No, I wasn't. You should use your ears more," laughed Hung.

 

"I use my ears just fine, thank you," snapped Rachel.

 

"Then you would have heard me jump on the cave," smirked Hung jumping off.

 

                Rachel just stood there glaring at Hung. Rachel studied Hung. She should have heard him. Balto had told her to listen in every direction. She only listened in front of her. Living in the wilderness was sure much harder then it sounded when Balto told her stories.

 

"Well, you coming or what?" said Hung.

 

"Yeah," sighed Rachel

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                Hung laughed to himself while he watched Rachel struggle through the woods. She kept snapping twigs and making loud noises. Good thing Hung woke up really early. The sun was just coming up. He couldn't help but thinking on how cute Rachel was.

   

"Uh, you know it would be smarter if you were quieter," Hung said.

 

"You don't think I’m

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