pup, he smiled.

"Found yourself a friend already young one?" He said.

"Well you made a good choice. Dawn is one of the kindest dogs I’ve ever had."

He sat down in a chair next to a fire. He grabbed the bottle and poured it into a cup with ice. A golden liquid substance came out and raised the ice to the top of the glass. For some reason, this intrigued the pup.

"What happened to you out there, how did you find Thompson?" Dawn asked.

He explained and told his story to her. She felt bad for the pup.

"What was Thompson doing out there?" He asked.

"He’s a hunter. You must have caught him in the middle of something he caught."

He made a small whine as he looked at his leg. It still bothered him. Thompson heard it and looked at the pup.

"Oh, I completely forgot all about your injuries. Wait here, ill be right back."

Dawn looked at the pup.

"What’s the matter? Are you hurt?"

"Just my leg." He replied.

"Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Thompson knows how to deal with these sort of things." She assured him.

Thompson returned with a box with a red cross on it. The pup looked at Dawn with a worried look.

"Its ok, you’ll be fine, I promise." She said nuzzling him.

He felt so protected around her. Thompson slightly squeezed his leg to see where the most discomfort was. He saw the pups expression change to pain.

"I guess that’s were it hurts the most. This should help." He injected something from a vile into his leg. "Nothings broken, just a sprain I suppose." He said as he patted him on the head.

The pup looked at dawn. "What did he do?"

"Im not sure, but he’s done the same to me before. The pain should stop by tomorrow."

Thompson put the vile away and looked at the pup.

"We still got to give you a name. Hmmm...I guess we’ll wait till you get older." He walked away and sat back down in his chair. The pup yawned and began to feel sleepy.

"Its late. You should get some rest." She said nuzzling him.

"Where do I sleep?" He asked her.

She smiled at him and picked him up. She placed him on a bed that was much to large for him. She laid down and curled around him.

"You will sleep with me." She said nuzzling him.

Her fur was soft, she was warm. He buried his head into her chest. Before he fell into slumber he whispered.

"I love you mom."

"I love you to." She replied kissing him.

It was not long before he fell asleep, her love made it easy to dream. Dawn watched him sleep, she loved him as her own.

"Awww...isn’t that a sight." She turned around to see Stone smirking at them.

"What do you want Stone?" She growled.

He walked towards her with a smile. "Just wondering what you and me would be like."

"Back off creep!" She barked.

"Don’t be mad at me, its that worthless mutt right? What can he possibly have that I don’t?" He asked.

"I told you, we can just be friends. But your about to loose those chances as well."

Stone would have killed the pup if Dawn was not here. He was actually threatened by the pup. He knew if the pup lived long enough, he would grow bigger than himself, and he might take his place as the leader. He was already big for his age.

"By choice, you will be mine." Stone walked away with a grin on his face."His life is mine. I just need to wait." He whispered to himself. He walked into the other room until Dawn could not see him anymore.

The next day

The pup was awoken by a nudge from Dawn. He lifted an eyelid and could see her smile.

"Wake up little one. The sun has risen." She gave him a kiss on the muzzle.

"How late is it?" He asked with a tired voice.

"Not late at all, in fact its early." She nudged him to get up with her. He stretched and followed her. He started to wonder why Stone has not made a sarcastic remark towards them.

"Where’s Stone?" He asked.

Dawn looked at him and said, "He is out with Thompson, hunting."

"Hunting?" He said with confusion.

"Yes. You see, Thompson took us all in because he needs help with hunting. He takes one of us a week to go with him. He has many reasons for this. We are his protection, his companions, and his family. I’ve never seen his family, so I think were all he’s got. He also said he wants to keep us in shape, and lets us run free. Once you are old enough, he will take you with him."

The pup wanted to go with him. He wanted to see what it was like.

"I cant wait to show him how useful I can be, ill be the best I can be!" He jumped with excitement.

Dawn was glad to see him so excited about this. It showed her that he was ready for every challenge.

"Im sure you will do just fine." She said nuzzling him.

"But I want to prove to Thompson, to Stone, and to you, that I will be the best."

She was proud of him. To see him promise, to prove himself to her.

"Dawn! Hey Dawn, can I talk to you for a minute?" One of the other dogs called out.

"Ill be right over Jason! Go look around the house, ill be right back." She said.

The pup took her advice and did just that. He went into the kitchen and saw something. A bottle, the one Thompson had from before. The golden water danced around inside the bottle. Still he had no idea why, but still this intrigued him.

"What’s the matter Jason?" Dawn asked.

"Its your little pal."

"Oh, Jason not you too! Don’t be like Stone." She said to him.

"Im not, im worried about you and him. Its just.....its just unnatural. Me and the others have been talking and its great that your helping him out and all, but there’s something were all worried about."

The pup noticed the bottle was still half full. It was tipped over and made a large puddle.

‘If Thompson could drink it, why cant I?’

He started to drink what was left, and he probably drank it to fast, but it tasted really good. After he was done, his head felt light, his headache was gone. He felt better than ever. He got up and stumbled a little bit, and his sight was fuzzy.

"What could you all be worried about?" Dawn asked.

"You safety. You know Stone is not taking a liking to him. We figured its best if you let him go."

"Let him go? What do you mean?" She was shocked by the decision they all made.

"Kick him out. Boot him. Send him away, its what’s best for everyone. Stone might try to kill him, maybe even you."

"But why? Why should I leave him he’s...."

"He’s a threat. Have you looked into his eye? The red one, I looked into it, there’s something about it that........"

"I don’t care! He loves me, and you just want me to throw him out like that?!"

"I am sorry. Were not forcing you, its just what we think. I hope you take this into consideration."

She knew they only thought this because of Stone. He was the leader, and noone dared to deify him. They had to stay on his good side so they would not have to fear him.

"Thank you for thinking about my safety, but I promised him I would be there for him, no matter what."

Jason sighed and looked at her with disappointment.

"Im sorry you see it that way. But if Stone does anything, we can not help."

She did not answer him, but walked away. She thought a lot about what he said. But the thought of leaving him never crossed her mind.

The door opened and a guest of wind followed in. Thompson and Stone walked in with frost on there face.

"I really thought this season would have been better." Thompson said.

Stone walked next to the fire and shook the snow from his body. He laid down and let the fire warm his fur. His blood began run again.

"Ill just clean these and get started on dinner." Thompson walked into the kitchen with the hare they caught. As he walked in he saw the pup staggering, he looked at the empty bottle and instantly knew what happened. He was not mad, in fact he blamed himself for leaving it in such easy reach. He also noticed how only that particular drink was gone, and not the others. He smiled at the pup.

"I cant believe you drank all that whiskey. I think I found a new name for you."

The pup looked at him, waiting to hear his new name. He had a somewhat stupid smile on his face, and his eyes were drooping.

"I’ve had the name Jack for awhile. But now your name is Whiskeyjack."

‘Whiskeyjack. That’s not a bad name.’ He thought.

Dawn walked in the kitchen and saw Thompson and him.

"Dawn, our little guy finally has a name now. Whiskeyjack." Thompson smiled and walked outside to go clean out the hare.

Whiskeyjack looked at Dawn and asked.

"What were you talking about mo-I mean Dawn." He caught himself. He almost called her mom again, but he couldn’t help it. She loved him like her own. He never knew his real mother, so she was a figure of sorts. He staggered a bit, but acted like nothing happened.

Dawn looked down and smiled at him. "Don’t worry. It was nothing." She nuzzled him. She wasn’t going to let anything happen to him.

"By the way, who was that?" Whiskeyjack asked.

"Oh, that was Jason. He’s an old friend of mine." She replied.

"But who are the others?"

"I think im going to show you." She said smiling to him. She ushered him to follow her, and he did.

She led him back to Jason. "Jason, this is Whiskeyjack." She said to Jason.

"Well, glad to see you have name." He said jokingly. "You can always talk to me if you need a friend." He said cheerfully.

"Thanks, I will!" Whiskeyjack replied. Maybe now not everyone will hate him like Stone.

She began to walk around the house, showing him the others. "That’s Drake over there." She pointed to a Akita sleeping.

"This is Sandstrom." She introduced Whiskeyjack to a Buhund. Although his breed are short, he was a lot taller than he should be.

"Sandstrom, this is Whiskeyjack." She said.

"Så dette er den lille valp som Ive hørt så mye om." He smiled down at him.

Whiskeyjack looked up at him with a blank stare. He leaned into Dawn’s ear. "Is he sick?" He whispered.

"Ingen dum, im fra Norge." Sandstrom said with a chuckle.

Whiskeyjack closed his mouth rather fast knowing that he heard him.

"No dear, he’s from Norway. He dosnt know English, but he can understand it very well." She explained

"Nor..way? Where’s that?" Whiskeyjack

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