happen to her if she were found. So she stays. I tell you she wants to go."

Chan got up early the following morning. He dragged himself out of bed and checked on Arianna. She was fine. Lumo was resting next to her cage- room. He was fine as well. That was good.

"Chan - Are you awake?" a loud, booming voice came from the main room.

"Yes, Papa," Chan replied as he walked swiftly to the main room.

"Your grandma has talked to me, and I have decided. You shall learn to fish, like me."

"Yes, Papa. When will I start?"

"Once the puppies are ready to be sold," Chan's father replied.

"Yes, Papa. Thank you."

"Thank your grandmother, not me," Chan's father chuckled.

"Yes, Papa, I will."

Chan stirred some chunky mix of beef and chicken together.

"Chan's special dog food recipe!" Chan grinned as he poured the mixture into a bowl. He opened the cage-room door and placed the food inside. Arianna sniffed it cautiously and slowly gobbled it up. Lumo wagged his tail and spanked the ground with his forepaws playfully when Chan offered him some, and ate it all.

"Sweet Water," Chan whispered as he rubbed the black puppy's back. The puppy had stunningly striking green eyes. The puppy whimpered, and Arianna growled at Chan.

"Excuse me, does Damien-Chan Sienn live here?"

Chan turned around and faced a huge man.

"I'm Damien-Chan. Otherwise known as 'Chan' to my friends," Chan stuck his hand out.

"Good. Now, I found the advertisement in the papers about the puppies - are you are selling puppies?" the man asked as he shook Chan's hand.

"Yes, sir. I am. But now Sweet Water's all that's left."

"What's her breed?"

"She is a mutt and wolf."

"Fine. I'll take her," the man muttered and shoved some money into Chan's hand.

"Okay, here you go," Chan replied politely as he stepped forward and handed Sweet Water over. Arianna did not object. She knew what was taking place.

"May I ask, sir, where you will be taking her?" Chan asked.

"Have you heard of Nome?" the man asked.

"No."

"Well, anyway, that is where she will be going!" the man smiled and left the house with Sweet Water in his arms.

"Well, Sweet Water, eh?" the man muttered, rubbing his moustache.

"Let's rename her," the man's companion suggested.

"What do you suggest Benjamin?" the man asked his companion.

"Hmm. What about Mistletoe?" Benjamin asked, looking at the pup's green eyes.

"Too long."

"Candy?"

"Boring name."

"What about - " Benjamin started.

"I know! Jacelyn!" the man exclaimed.

"What's so great about that name?" Benjamin retorted.

"She's my dog, and I happen to like that name," the man replied sharply, grinning.

"Fine, Thomas. Suit yourself," Benjamin grinned back.

--

The two men arrived at Nome safely - on their private jet. Jacelyn yawned and whimpered softly. She missed her parents, especially Lumo, who played with her everyday. Lumo taught her how to hunt, like a wolf - and not to give in to humans. Jacelyn learnt that well, and remembered the important thing that Lumo always said - "Never, ever, bite a human."

Benjamin, who had been carrying Jacelyn, put her down and gestured for her to follow. She growled a puppy growl, but followed him. Whenever either Benjamin or Thomas looked back, Jacelyn would snarl at them and stop dead in her tracks, but when they looked away she continued following them.

They stopped at a small house at the corner of a street, and Thomas unlocked the door. The two men went in, and Jacelyn reluctantly followed them inside. The house was neat and tidy, and there already was another dog there.

"Jacelyn, meet Dallas," Benjamin smiled and left the two dogs alone.

"Well, hello there little puppy," Dallas laid down, head on his paws. He was a purebred Siberian Husky, and looked very old.

"Hello. I'm a wolf puppy!" Jacelyn spanked the ground with her forepaws.

"Hehe. I heard my owners wanted to get a wolf puppy. They sure got one alright!"

"Oh. How old are you?" Jacelyn stopped and sniffed at Dallas inquisitively.

"Oh, six human years," Dallas chuckled.

"Wow. I am only three months old," Jacelyn replied.

"Ah, I see. Well, do you know your new name?"

"Sweet Water!" Jacelyn exclaimed.

"No. It is Jacelyn."

"Oh," Jacelyn replied, sounding disappointed.

"You don't sound pleased. But never mind that! Come on, and I will show you our neighbours."

"Okay." Jacelyn said as she followed Dallas to the next-door neighbour's house.

--

"Balto!" Dallas called.

"Over here, Dallas!" Balto muttered loud enough for Dallas to hear.

"I can't go into your house!" Dallas protested.

"Oh, fine. Suit yourself." Balto mumbled as he moved towards the dog-door. He emerged half a minute later, and smiled at the twosome.

"There, finally!" Dallas complained jokingly.

"Laugh-laugh. Anyway, who's the puppy here?" Balto asked.

"Oh, she's my owners' new dog."

"Replacing you?"

"Nah-uh! Her name's Jacelyn."

"Oh. Well, I gotta go. See you around," Balto said as he walked back into the house.

"He's got puppies to take care of. It's not you, don't worry!" Dallas assured her, and they turned back and headed for their own house.