field full of mice. The reason he had not noticed he was hungry earlier was probably because of his depression about losing Angel in the blizzard. Now that he finally noticed how hungry he was, he set out on a hunt for food.


“God there’s nothing to eat around here!” he said to himself. He had been searching all day and the daylight was already beginning to die away, and he still hadn’t come across anything.
He collapsed onto the ground and thought to himself, ‘Maybe I should just lay here and wait for myself to starve to death. Then at least I would be with my family again.’ No sooner had he finished his thoughts that a sent caught his nose. ‘It’s caribou!’
He had only smelled the sent of caribou once before, but he could never forget it. Instincts are what finally got him off of the ground to go find where the source of the sent was. He had been so caught up in following the sent that he didn’t even notice he had left the woods, the sent was mesmerizing to him. He didn’t snap out of his trance until he ran right into a little wooden sign.
When his head stopped hurting and his eyes could focus again he looked up at the sign trying to read the well weathered letters.
It took a quite a bit of effort but he was eventually able to decipher the sign. It read: Welcome To Nome. Dante had no idea what Nome was and didn’t really pay it much attention, because the sent had filled his nostrils once again.  
He followed the sent for a couple more yards before his eyes grew wide. Down below him was a small town with a small hew of light coming from it. Dante had never seen a town before, it was definitely something new to him, but he didn’t stay to gawk at it for very long because the sent got him moving again, and that’s when Dante noticed that the sent was coming from the town.
Finally figuring out where the sent was coming from Dante burst into an all out run towards the town, but slowed his pace before he entered it. It may have been a very new and exciting place full of wonderful smells, but he was still a stranger to this place. So he entered through a small ally that ironically lead straight to the butcher's shop.


Dante now overwhelmed by the smell of all the different meats was inching himself closer, one paw over the other and down in a crouch to one of the birds that hung on the hooks. When he finally got to it he couldn’t figure out how he was going to reach it, until he saw some boxes piled on top of each other.
He carefully climbed each one of them, and once at the top he quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching and stretched himself to try and get to the bird on the hook. He was so close to getting it, just a few more inches and the bird would be his.
“Hey! Get away from their you thief!” Dante spun around to see the butcher coming at him with his butcher knife. “Get out of here you filthy mutt!” Dante didn’t need to be told twice and bolted off of the boxes and out of the ally.


Dante was in such a panic that he didn’t see the dog infront of him until it was to late.
WHAM!
Dante ran right into the dog making him fly to the side along with the dog. They landed a couple of yards away on the ground next to each other. Dante slowly got up and looked up at the dog he had just bowled over, who was just starting to get up.
“Hey punk! Watch where your going!” the dog yelled at Dante. He spun around and his anger quickly melted into fear. “Ahhhhhh! A wolf! Don’t hurt me! I-I didn’t mean it!” The dog whimpered out.
“Relax I’m not going to hurt you, i'm the one who should have been watching where i was going,” Dante assured him. After he calmed down Dante took a good look at him. He was just as old as he was.
“So punk, you got a name?” the dog asked.
“Yeah, it’s Dante.”
“Hmm, well Dante," he said while putting extra emphasis on his name. "Around here we don’t take to kindly to your kind,” he said.
“My kind?” Dante asked confused.
“Oh, did your wild mommy and daddy forget to tell you that your not the same as us,” he taunted him. “Us?” The dog whistled and two more dogs came out of a nearby ally.
“Yes, us. This is Kato he said pointing to a husky who was black with white on his face, neck, chest, belly, and the underside of his tail. This is CJ he said pointing to another husky who was blackish gray with white around his eyes, the bottom of his muzzle, his belly, and the underside of his tail. He also had a white sock on his front right leg and a light gray sock on his left hind leg. And I’m Butch.”
“What do you guys want?” Dante asked, beginning to become a little unnerved by the dogs who now out numbered him.
“We want you to leave!” Butch shouted at him.
“Yeah get outta here,” Kato added.
“Why do you want me to leave?”
“Like I said punk, we don’t take kindly to your kind.”
“But I can’t leave. I have nowhere to go,” Dante tried to explain.
“Well doesn't that suck!” Butch said. “And if you don’t want to leave, then we’ll make you!” he said evilly. “Get him!” Butch yelled to the other two.
Dante turned tail and took off into an ally. He made sharp turns and swerved in and out of other allies to try and lose them, and being wolf he was faster then them so it didn’t take to long.


Even though Dante had lost them he kept running and ran straight onto a beach outside of town, right past and old wrecked boat, but he didn’t pay it any mind and just kept running and didn’t stop until he came to a stone pathway next to a very large rock wall.
‘I wonder where that leads to,’ Dante thought to himself as he started the ascent up it, after only a short while of walking he decided to switch to running to shorten the trip, regardless it still took Dante nearly two hours to climb the pathway, but once he reached the top he was amazed at how high up he was. But what amazed him most was the sun just beginning to set on the horizon.
Dante walked over to the edge to see exactly how high up he was when all of a sudden everything that had happened to him over the course of a little over a week came flooding back to him. The battle between his pack and the other pack, his mom and best friends dead bodies, Dustin running away, losing Angel, and what had just happened to him not too long ago.
All of it was enough to bring hot tears to his eyes that spilled down his cheeks, and crashed to the ground. He couldn’t take it anymore, everything was happening to fast for him, he didn’t have anyone to turn to and as far as he knew all the dogs in town hated him for being different.
It was all just to much for him to take.


Dante looked over the edge of the cliff at the snow covered sand below that just seemed to be calling to him, telling him to jump and land on it. It seemed so soft to walk on, so why wouldn’t it be safe to land on? But Dante knew that if he jumped he would surely splatter on impact.
‘That’s a long drop, there’s no way I’d be able to survive it,’ he thought to himself.
He backed away from the edge and looked up at the clouds. ‘I’m sorry, but I just can’t go on like this anymore Mom, and Angel and Dustin too if your up there.’ He walked back to the edge, looked down and closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. ‘But at least I’ll be joining you all soon.’
He cocked his legs.
He was ready to jump, ready to end this unfair life of his, ready to be reunited with his family once again.


“Hey!” Dante’s water filled eyes shot open and he turned his head towards the source of the voice. His eyes focused through the tears on a tan and beige wolf, or was he a dog? Dante couldn’t tell, he looked like a wolf, but when Dante looked closer he could tell he wasn’t full wolf. He was a wolf-dog!
“What are you doing?” the wolf-dog asked.
“None of your business!” Dante snapped back.
“Whoa, some one's a little upset. What happened to make you so mad?” he asked, starting to walk towards Dante.
“I said it’s none of your concern!” Dante shouted. The wolf-dog stopped.
“Well to me it looked like you were about to jump off of that cliff, and that concerns me.”
That got Dante’s attention.
For the short time he was here and his little "talk" with Butch, he thought that no one in that town would care about him, about a wolf. It made Dante soften up a bit.


“It’s a long story,” Dante said truthfully.
“I got time,” the wolf-dog replied.
“Alright, well see I’m new to this town, I sort of just stumbled across it and I don’t know this place at all, except that my kind apparently isn’t excepted around here and I was attacked for being different. They told me to get lost, but I couldn’t leave. I don’t have anywhere to go. My pack was attacked by another. I far as I know, all of my family is dead,” He paused and sighed. “And then I

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