that used to be his friend, doing this.  It tore him up inside.  But he knew he was too small to do anything.  The only thing he could do was stand there, transfixed, as one slowly started to kill the other.

 

            “Please…” the orange husky begged, a yelp in his voice.  “Just let go.”

 

            Steele laughed.  “And let you live?  Now what would be the fun in that?”  He forced the other husky onto his back, his soft underbelly now exposed.  Steele almost walked away right then.  It seemed there was no point in killing something that did not even bother to fight back and save its miserable life. 

 

            As he slowly started to lower his teeth to the husky’s tender throat, he felt something kick the bottom of his jaw.  Jumping back in surprise, the orange husky stood shakily to his paws, a look of grate shock plastered across his face. 

 

            “Well, well, well,” Steele said, growling.  “Looks like Kaltag finally learned how to fight back.”

 

            Kaltag glared at Steele, his fear being slowly replaced with anger.  He returned Steele’s growl with a small one of his own, his ears pinned against his head and his whole body tense, ready to attack.  He did not know how to fight, really, but knew that if the larger dog got his teeth wrapped around his throat, it was over.

 

            Without any warning, Steele leapt back at Kaltag, grabbing one of his front legs and biting down with bone crushing strength.  The other husky yelped out in pain as he tried his best to pull away.  The more he pulled, however, the more damage was done to his leg.  Kaltag could feel his blood dripping from his now wounded leg onto the snow.  He forced himself to stop pulling, and instead attempted to now leap at Steele.

 

            “That the best you can do?” Steele asked, mockery surrounding his voice as he met Kaltag’s fruitless efforts with a simple back step. 

 

            The orange husky landed with a soft thud in the snow, glaring up at the larger.  He all ready knew how things would end up playing out, but he knew he still had to fight back.  After all the years of knowing Steele, he had always kept quite.  But now, at the end, he was done with it.  It was time to fight back and give Steele what he wanted.

 

            Trying to catch the larger husky off guard, he darted to the side, jumping at him, trying to get a hold of his thick fur.  Steele merely chuckled and turned his head, grabbing onto Kaltag’s collar, ripping it off of his neck and throwing it into the messed snow.  Before Kaltag could back away, Steele then grabbed the underside of his neck, biting down as hard as he could, hearing the suspected yelp of pain and surprise from the husky. 

 

            Kaltag attempted to get away, squirming and using his good leg to push into Steele.  Everything he tried, though, failed.  The large black and white husky had too tight of a hold on his throat.  Seconds ticked by, and it became increasingly harder to breathe.  Slowly, Kaltag’s vision started to blur as more and more of his blood poured onto the ground. 

 

            Steele griped tighter, growling and shaking Kaltag’s throat, ripping it more and letting more blood pour out.  He could hear the husky gasping for breath now, but did not let the thought of stopping even enter his mind.  Steele was not going to stop until all life had left the other husky.  No matter how long it took, the only thing that would make him stop would be Kaltag’s lifeless form hanging in his bloody muzzle. 

 

            It did not take long for most of Kaltag’s strength to leave him.  After only a few minutes of being held fast in Steele’s strong jaws, the other husky was starting to grow limp.  He knew that there was nothing he could even attempt to do now.  Every movement was wasting strength he did not even have.  Giving up, he shut his eyes, willing for it to be over.  He could feel the larger husky tearing at his throat more and more with each second, yet there was barley any more pain.  In a way, he was glad of it, but then again, he knew it was a bad thing.

 

            Only several more seconds passed before Steele felt the husky go completely limp.  Growling savagely, he lifted the husky’s body off of the ground and threw it, watching with a smile on his face as it skidded to a halt in the snow, leaving a trail of blood.  The large black and white husky walked over the Kaltag’s body, a look of surprise slowly coming over him.

 

            The other husky was still breathing, but barely.  Snarling, Steele grabbed a hold of the husky’s throat again, biting down swiftly.  And in one second, it was over.  Kaltag drew in a quick breath, gasping, and then was still.  Steele took a step back to observe what he had done.  No longer were the other husky’s sides moving.  The final bit of life had finally left him. 

 

            Steele smirked and turned towards Star, who was trembling in fear only a few feet away, his tail tucked tightly underneath him.  The large black and white husky slowly walked over to him, his eyes holding a murderous glint.  As he became closer, the grey husky almost cried out in anticipation of sharp teeth penetrating him, too.  Steele laughed at the sight.

 

            “Do you really think I'll waste my time killing you as I killed him, Star?” he spat at the small and frightened dog, who simply stood still, mute in fear.

 

            With a lunge, Steele was atop him, ripping his throat out in a single bite.  Standing back, Steele smiled as the scene unfolded more.  The small dog, though dead, was still on his feet, almost seeming to hang in the air.  A few seconds followed when the body was still up, until it crumpled to the ground in a heap of fur and blood.  Steele walked away as more blood started to run from the small dog’s throat into the all ready red snow. 

 

            Not wanting anyone to be able to follow him, Steele put his muzzle into a patch of clean snow, shaking it in an attempt to get any blood off.  After a few minutes of doing that, he pulled his head back up; shaking it again to be sure there was no more blood dripping from his muzzle.  Smiling to himself, he ran back into the darkness of the forest that would be his protection until he would be able to act further. 

 

            As he reached a small cave, Steele began to slow.  Giving the area around him a quick glance, he walked into the back, lying down on the dry ground with a huff.  He gazed towards the entrance of the cave, his eyes completely still, watching snow flakes slowly start to fall.  Ones that would cover his trail back to his cave. 

 

Steele had decided to lay low for the few weeks following his murder of Kaltag and Star.  He was sure that the town would think it was a rogue wolf that had wandered into the town and came upon the two dogs, but he wanted to be sure that no one would suspect it was him that had done it.  Steele knew there was not much to worry about, though.  There was not anything he had left to link him to Kaltag and Star since everyone in the town seemed to think he had died. 

 

            Standing to his paws, Steele stretched, yawning.  He shook himself lightly, making the small particles of dirt that had been clinging to his usually glossy coat fall back onto the earth where they belonged.  He walked out into the shadowed woods were another new layer of snow coated the ground.  Rolling his eyes slightly, he started walking towards the small town for the first time since he had killed both Kaltag and Star.  While he knew it had only been a few weeks, and it probably would have been wise to put more time in between things, he had been growing increasingly impatient.  The strong pull to act had become stronger over the past few days and Steele wanted to get it over with.

 

            It had been a while since he had seen the small town in the light of day.  He sighed quietly, wishing that the past had never taken place; that he was still the lead dog of the sled team; that the wolf-dog had never shown up.  In some ways, losing the girl he had always had his eyes on to a wolf-dog hurt more than being banished from the town.  If it had been up to him, he would have forced her to come with him and leave the

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