knife.

"Well...there’s not much to eat. Most of the meat spoiled and im going to split what we have." Thompson said as he walked in. He had a large piece of meat, and put it in the stove. It was large, but when he splits the food, it would hardly be enough to satisfy ones hunger, but it would have to do for now.

Thompson walked to Stone and petted him.

"Poor old boy. Wish I knew what happened to you." He said.

‘If only you knew.’ Stone thought in his tired head.

A loud ring, echoed through the house and everyone knew what it meant. Thompson looked up.

"Oh. Dinners ready." He said as he got up.

He pulled out the meat and put it on a plate. He grabbed a knife and began to divide up the food. He walked over to each dog and handed out the meat, and then he went back into the kitchen. Nobody ate their food that was given to them. Jason walked up to Whiskeyjack. He dropped the food in front of Whiskeyjack.

"What’s this?" Whiskeyjack asked.

"You’re the new leader. And you get to have our food." He replied.

"I see.....and did Stone implement these rules?"

"Its what’s expected of us. We give what food we get to the alpha. And we get what you don’t eat." Jason said.

"Unacceptable!" Whiskeyjack laughed.

"How can I eat, and watch the rest of my group starve? I wont allow it. Keep it, and all of you eat what you have." He said with a smile.

Jason smiled back at him and took his food. He walked over to the others and told them the what Whiskeyjack told him.

"Sad. Stone would take your food, and give you back the scraps? He is a fool." Whiskeyjack said.

He looked at Dawn to see her answer to this. But she didn’t say anything. She just smiled at him back.

"Here, you take this." Whiskeyjack pushed the meat to her.

She looked at him with question. "No. You need the energy to....."

"I wont be going back hunting for another week. Your going back out in a couple of days. You need it more than me." He interrupted.

She knew arguing was pointless. He was more stubborn than a wild ox, when he made up his mind.

"Alright. But only because your so stubborn." She smiled at him.

She took the meat and ate it. Whiskeyjack had more than one reason to offer his share of rations. The first, was because he loved her and couldn’t bare to watch her starve. The second, was because Dawn really did need her energy to hunt. And hopefully this would provide her to help with the game and please Rubashov.

Whiskeyjack stood up and went towards the door. As he made his way, he looked upon Stone. He had glazed and glassy eyes, he seemed tired but did not sleep. Stone ignored Whiskeyjack as he walked past him. Whiskeyjack came to the door and pushed the door open. It made a creaking sound as it opened, and it caught the attention of Jason.

"Hey Jack. Where you heading?"Jason asked as he looked up while chewing his share of food.

"I need to go clear my head. I need time to myself." He said in a low voice.

"Alright. You feeling ok?"

"Just a little dazed. Im going out to get some fresh air."

"Do you want me to tell Dawn your going?"

Whiskeyjack paused for a moment. "Sure.....why not."

Jason left it at that, and watched Whiskeyjack walk out. As he opened the door, snow and wind pierced his face with a stinging feeling. But he didn’t give it any care whatsoever. He actually liked the cold, he liked the feeling of his blood stopping in his veins, he loved everything that the cold brought to him. Jason watched Whiskeyjack walk into the cold until he couldn’t see him anymore.

Dawn ate her food rather quickly, her hunger was eating her away. She noticed Whiskeyjack was nowhere to be seen.

"Has anyone seen Whiskeyjack?" She asked out.

"Yea. He went out for a walk." Jason spoke out.

"Where?"

"Don’t know. He didn’t say, but it sounded like he wanted to be alone for a while."

"Im sure he’ll make an exception."

She walked outside as well. He wasn’t to far away, his scent was strong. She followed where the scent would take her.

Whiskeyjack sat on a hill that overlooked most of the forest. But since it was winter, it was nothing but dead trees and frozen mountains. A wasteland of ice. Whiskeyjack had thoughts rushing through his head harder than the water falls crashing waters it leads below.

‘Am I capable of killing and not have the slightest bit of rebellion against my actions?’

His body began to attract frost. If he stayed there for another hour or longer, he could freeze. But it didn’t bother him.

"Who am I? If my own parents didn’t want me, then there must be a good reason for leaving me. Perhaps they left me for my own good, my well being. Who am I kidding....im just putting myself in false sense of security. Who just leaves their pup out for dead?"

He had so many questions, but no answer to be seen.

Dawn still searched for Whiskeyjack for ten minutes until she finally spotted him. Still suppressed in his own mind, letting the world pass him.

"Hey, what are you doing way out here?" She asked cheerfully.

For a moment he didn’t answer her or even acknowledge her being there. He turned and looked at her with a blank expression.

"I was just thinking." He said.

"About what?" She said as she sat next to him.

He paused and stared off into the distance. "About my past. Before I met you or Thompson. My real family, and why they would just leave me the way they did."

Dawn couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. She couldn’t even begin to understand how he felt. After all, she was raised by a loving family who viewed her as a prodigy. She had siblings to play with, when she was a pup. And her parents cared for her deeply. When she was a pup, her original owners put her and her siblings up for adoption. Her parents would choose who would take their pups. They wanted the best for their puppies. For Dawn, they choose Thompson, and they did make a good decision. Thompson made sure she had plenty of food, play time, and exercise. So how could she know how Whiskeyjack felt?

"Im sure whatever they decided, was for the best." She said nuzzling him.

"The best? If I ever had the privilege to be a father, I would never leave my pups like that. I would always be there when they needed me. Why couldn’t they do the same?"

"I don’t know. But all I do know, is that you’re here now, and that’s all that matters."

"Perhaps." He said without looking at her.

Dawn knew Whiskeyjack still loved her, but he needed time, so she left it at that and quickly changed the subject.

"You know Thompson is leaving for his hunting trip soon."

"Hunting trip?"

"Yes. Every winter he takes most of us to his cabin he built further up the mountain. The deer move further up to graze, and he definitely needs to move this year, if we are to please Rubashov for more skins." She explained.

"I see....I noticed you said most. Only some get to go with him?"

"That’s right. He wants us to stay and watch the house. Just for a few days."

"How do we know who stays behind?" Whiskeyjack asked.

"He’ll let you know. C’mon, your going to become a stiff statue if stay out here any longer." She laughed.

"Yea, I guess your right." He smiled back at her.

They walked together and talked about Thompson’s hunting trip up the mountain. It was these sort of things that she enjoyed about him, just talking and being around him. When they reached the house, they noticed Thompson standing outside.

"Hey! There you two are! C’mon inside, there’s a big snow storm coming this way." He said as he opened the door.

They walked inside and instantly felt the tempature difference.

"Hey, we were worried about you guys. Huge storm supposed to blow through here." Drake said.

"Were fine." Dawn added.

Whiskeyjack laid next to the fire place. Snow was stuck to his fur, and the frost began to cut his skin. The intensity of the fire began to melt the snow off his body, and his blood began to flow once more. But still, the cold had yet to cease its bitter chill on him, he began to shake and felt his face was numb. Dawn seen how badly Whiskeyjack was shaking, and she laid herself on top of him.

"Thanks. Hard to believe that im just now starting to feel cold." He looked up and smiled at her.

She smiled back and replied, "Well im not going to watch you freeze to death." she kissed him.

But they were not the only ones to warm themselves by the fire. Stone laid there as well, watching them enjoy each others company. He wished that was him, being warmed by her love. But he acted like he did not see them, and they did the same.

‘This is torture. Im forced to lay here and watch that half breed win her over.’ Stone thought.

He pretended to be asleep, and listen to them talk to one another.

"Whiskeyjack?" Dawn asked.

"Yes?" He awoke from a short nap.

She looked at him and nuzzled him with a smile. "I’ve been wondering for awhile now. Would you be my mate?"

Whiskeyjack felt his heart jump. He wanted to jump up and howl with joy. He wanted the world to know that he found love.

"I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s." He replied kissing her.

Stone’s heart froze as well, but his felt like it was never going to beat again. Anger and frustration building up inside him mixed with hate. He still acted as if he was asleep

"Im so happy you accepted." She said kissing him back.

"Id be lying if

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