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That ended surprisingly bloodless, not really common in your stories. But given the circumstances, it would have been rather bitter if one of the two queens triumphed over the other, both for the reader and plotwise: if Vitani won, there'd have been a lot of accounts to be settled with all the lionesses that betrayed her, not to mention having to deal with a grieving Simba and Tanabi. But if Nala won, the result could have been a chaotic civil war.
So this really is the only ending that doesn't just make things worse. I'm a bit surprised at everyone's forgivingness though, but they are still one big family after all.
I wonder what the epilogue will be about.

ps: I'm hatching a rather silly idea here, but I'll have to do some research first. PM me if interested.

No casualties, huh? Admit – this time I surprised You <lol2>.
Well, I guess I had to write some (almost fully) optimistic story, before TPR that is generally tale of decline, death, oblivion and such a stuff.

And here goes epilogue.
(waiting for overall criticism/praise)

Epilogue – Brought with the Wind

Visit of friendly prides was a reason to be proud, but also a great effort for habitants of Priderock. So when three days later Jino and Yakta ordered departure, Tanabi and Vitani said farewell with genuine sorrow, but with relief too. When outer eyes were gone, came tome to order some things in home.
Pridelanders went in procession to Mighty Waterfall to accompany Greenlanders and Migthers. There took place maybe a saddest ceremony of that day – farewelling Umeme by her old pride and welcoming by Yakta and Kwini. Lioness didn’t change her mind and after thanking her old family for years together, went away with new settled tribe. When Tanabi was telling traditional formula of freeing from allegiance oaths, lioness replied to that only with one sentence.
“I love you, my king.” She whispered. “But I’m going away to let you forget about it.”
“I’m sorry, Umeme.” Replied redmaned for hundredth time. “I really want you to stay.”
“I want it too, that why I’m going.” Said goldenfurred. Then she stood up quickly and went to Yakta, her new ruler.
And few minutes after it all was done. Guests left Prideland and local pride turned back home. Tanabi was marching on lead, however from time to time he turned back to see how Nala and Vitani were going. Seeing they were steeping close each other, exchanging some courtesy remarks, he narrowed his eyes, sighed quietly and went ahead.
“So, it’s all over, my son?” asked Simba.
“No, it’s just a beginning.” Replied king. “Unfortunately. Or maybe…” he paused for a while, then added with quieter voice. “Or maybe fortunately? Wind is also a part of Circle of Life.”
*
Day were going easy and quiet on Priderock. The anniversary of Reconciliation Day (that how Vitani and Tanabi insisted to call day of their coup d’etat) was coming, but waiting for that date was not longer stressing nor fearful. Of course, Tiko and Zazu were arguing all days to settle occasional speeches for that day (where Tiko argued from scarist perspective and Zazu advocated simbist point of view) but it happened somehow next to normal live on rock, even didn’t stop uncle-nephew reconciliation.
Pregnancy of Vitani was going without any serious problems, however Thamath was insisting that queen should rest and not tire herself, what for monarchess was stupid and useless superstition.
“My child will be fine, as well as me!” she snorted, every time when shaman wanted her back on Priderock.
“My lady. It’s very important…” started Thamath one day, when he decided that if he would be a shaman of pride they have to need him for anything, even it that task was nursing most independent lioness in Africa.
“If you want me to rest, take over my duties.” Interrupted him Vitani. “Lead hunting team, watch Dhahabu and…” she paused, looked down from ledge of Priderock, looking for son. “Dhahabu?” She turned to Bidii, resting in shadow of cave’s doorstep. “Have you seen Dhahabu?”
“He was with Anasa recently.” Replied lioness calmly, but then also raised her ears and took a look around with unrest. “Anasa?” But kitty was gone too. In one second both lionesses stood up and set of for searching of unruly children.
“My dear, I will look for them.” Said Tanabi, standing up from his bedding.
“No, you are king.” Replied Vitani with half-irony in voice. “You’re much too lazy for that.”
“I guess she has right.” Said redmaned to Simba, who was lying just next to him. Meanwhile Vitani organised searching team.
“Bidii, you look in waterhole. Mom…” she addressed Nala. But she did it without any irony – she was naming her that constantly since events two months earlier. Tanabi secured that unexpected burst of family love and respect. “Mom, see if they are in Gorge Descent. I will go to Bend. Call for Tiko, I need him to scout for me.” And three lionesses went down from Priderock ledge. Simba was looking on that without word for some time, then turned to son.
“Do you think now it’s all right?”
“No.” Tanabi shook his head. “It will take months to heal every wound that was inflicted. But they are on the good way to achieve that. Time shall tell – maybe on the best way.”
“Tanabi, I want…”
“Yeah, I know.” Snorted king. “You are very sorry that it came to that. Cease that, dad. We talked about it many times. In first place we are responsible – Vitani and I that we let pride leave the past unsolved. But know we are correcting our errors. I feel that with every day Vitani becomes more and more queen of this land. The past, when it’s becoming more distant, is also becoming less aching. I think that this year our pride will be ready to honour Scar properly.” Simba narrowed his eyes.
“I think you’ve gone too…”
“Thank dad for your advises.” Interrupted him Tanabi. “I really listening them carefully. That one I heard and not accepted.”
Ex-king wanted to reply something, but then he just sighed. He was not a ruler after all. His time was over, as well as over was time of Mufasa, Scar and Zira. There was a season for everything. For time being.
“So…” said brownmaned after a while. “What about Dhahabu? Are you sure that adventure taught him anything?”
“I’m sure of that.” Nodded Tanabi. “However not only what Vitani and mom hoped for. Mainly it’s about his acting in day of… family argument. He proved that he could think on his own, very mature as for a cub. And besides…” king wondered for a while, as if he wasn’t sure words he was about to say. “But he will be more careful too. I bet – wherever he is now – his plays are save and reasonable.”
“Yeah, for sure.” Agreed Simba.
*
It was beautiful midday of late rainy season when day was not hot, but pleasantly warm. By the river, when one could cool oneself in every moment, it was even better. Cubs were using that with laughter and joy.
“So you are now <Prince of Green Den>, huh?” asked Anasa, fording in the shallow water.
“Well… yes. And so what?” asked Dhahabu, looking on her from bank.
“So why don’t you move there? You would have whole lair for you solely.” Said kitty, climbing on stone. It was a plane rock with upper surface just few centimetres above the water.
“No, it’s just a custom.” Snorted prince. “I’m prince of Green Den, but it’s just a title to name me in cool way. Living in Green Den must be very uncomfortable.”
“I want live there for a while.” Laughed kitty, standing on rock. “Far from all boring mature lions of rock. We could play we are pride there.”
“As you wish.” Smiled Dhahabu. “But as a lioness you would have to hunt for me.”
“And you will have to protect me, my price.” Replied Anasa and they laughed again. After a moment kitty called. “All right, I’m ready.”
In that second from water sprang a grey tail of crocodile and hit Anasa’s back. She was thrown ahead into the river and slid on surface, skimming six time on the surface. She stopped in the middle of river, but when fast current started to pull her a giant crocodile emerged from it and took her on its back.
“Yeah!” called kitty. “Six points! Beat me!”
“As you wish!” replied Dhahabu and climbed on the same stone. “Msaka, give me at least seven bounces.”
“Don’t you fear, my liege, it’s a bit dangerous?” asked reptile, lying in shallow waster just next to stone. “I bet your mother would have serious objections about your game.”
“My mother is not…” started cub, but then he noticed a shadow, falling from hill behind him. “Here.” Finished with angry voice.
And then sounded a call full of reproach.
“DHAHABU!”

The End
Taka_PL, October 2007

Well I have two reviews to give so here it goes:

Chapter 10... Like Cogitor I was surprised that no one died but that's good. As he said, if Nala died, Simba and Tanabi would grieve as would most members of the pride. If Vitani died... well... Tanabi would be crushed not to mention Dhahabu and it woul be civil war. The Greenlander and the Mighters prides were a bit hesitant as to Tanabi's speech but maybe that's just as well.

The epilogue... well I'll say, the ending was rather funny, Vitani and Bidi searching for their cubs when they're at the Green Den. Umeme leaving... I expected that since chapter 10. She loves Tanabi but also knows he would never leave Vitani. Least she's smart. So maybe her going with Yakta's pride is good. And Nala and Vitani have perhaps put aside their differences but as Tanabi said, it'll take months for all wounds to heal.

In short, good story my friend, very good.

Thanks for reading. If any of You have some more critics remarks on LLtQ, go ahead. I know that my last story lacks in several points (due to numerous reasons). But showing those to me (whatever – in rating on forum or in PM) would help.
But anyway – that was important story due to it’s plot-building.
I will take a longer break before I start TPR. For now, I’m gathering ideas for fourth part of tetralogy and…
(See below)

Wolvesses and Wolves, let me introduce You a new story. It’s something new for me, because I wrote a metafanfic, e.i. fanstory to fanstory, particularly to Tony Rotramel’s tales. After being huge RTW’s fan, I still feel some lacks in his epic storyline. Because I’m enterprising canine, I decided to write an appendix to it.
“Balto’s Boy” is a tale developing some motifs of RTW’s “A broken trust”, “Talkeet Trilogy” and “A Forbidden Love”. To fully enjoy BB You must be aware of plot of those. It’s also good to know general themes of RTW’s stories (esp. Aniu-Shade rivalry and Talbourne-Uniea war). Knowledge about basics social structures of Talbourne clan is also helpful (Warning! In this story I throw away my biological/social assumptions about wolves and take Tony’s ones).
Reading BB forget about my original (sic!) fanfics – all characters (except of new ones) are taken from RTW’s stories and showed according to assumptions made there. Do not confuse characters I developed to my normal fanfics and heroes of BB, where I follow Tony’s pawprints.
Beech Pack is my creation. Most of other characters are Tony Rotramel/Universal Studio copyrights <lol2>!

To the setting:
Recall “A broken trust” and imagine that Trinea, after falling to her death, managed to give birth to her litter… One of those pups survived and was adopted by a wolfpack. This pup is called Glemt and he is main hero of this tale…

Balto’s Boy

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. - Leo Tolstoy, “Anna Karenina”

I. Hero of the Pack

Saying that situation looked dire, wasn’t actually truth. It would suggest that one of sides – wolfpack of bear was winning or at least going well in that battle. But actually all involved creatures were silently cursing the moment when Fort tripped and fell on that ledge. Even grizzly, just awaken from his seasonal slumber was not exactly furious but heavily scared and wishing to somehow escape from trap. After all confrontation with twelve wolves wasn’t a safe thing to do. Being honest – it meant death.
But wait a second – why the hell wolfpack attacked lone bear near his lair? Why the heck, in the middle of December grizzly was awake and ready to face numerous foes? All it happened by an accident. Beech Pack was just passing by on the Southern Path, trying to get down to Buck Valley before blizzard started. It was extreme misfortune that sleeping bear at that moment awoke to correct his slumber position. When giant creature sensed wolves scent, he made his second mistake – he exited his safe lair and came to centre of ledge. And that moment malicious Fortuna chose to make a surprise to Fort.
Pack was slowly stepping on narrow path down, seeing almost nothing, due to heavy snow falling and blowing with growing wind. They could had been already lost, but that time Glemt was on lead. That strange, odd element in pack sometimes proved to be much more useful than pure-blood wolves. Silverfurred husky – maybe not pure-breed, but mix of few spitz kinds – was leading his step family firmly and fast. In spite of blizzard, blowing in his muzzle, he managed to see at least outline of path edge. Glemt, at first sight different from his companions – with shorter and longer constitution, doglike shaped paws and muzzle – at that moment was integral part of team. His step-family was trusting him with every step, taking in unknown. It wasn’t dog’s fault that Fort tripped. Alpha of pack just slid on frozen stones and fell down to the ledge, three metres below them.
And that was the point – he hit snow in the middle of ledge. In that second grizzly was sniffing the air and standing… behind confused wolf. Greyfurred alpha was trapped – on left he had a dead-end: shallow cave and bear’s lair. The exit from ledge – place from where he could climb up back to path – was about five metres right from him. But between him and way out there was a surprised grizzly. Before unfortunate canine was about two hundred metres of almost vertical cliff. Behind him was just three metres of solid rock wall. But there was no base for wolf’s paws. Climbing was impossible.
“Werk!” cursed Tro, seeing her mate trapped.
To reach safe haven in cave, bear had to pass next to wolf on narrow ledge. To escape from platform Fort had to pass next to the grizzly. There was no room for negotiations – none of two trapped creature could entrust other. One of them had to die.
“Hold on!” called Tro. “We are coming down.”
“No, wait!” replied alpha, overscreaming the growing blizzard. “It’s too…”
“What we are doing now, bro?” asked greyish female to husky. She, as the daughter of Forer – previous leader - and chosen as a new chief, should make a decision. But in fact old-leader’s adopted son was almost as important in pack as pair of alphas. It was normal that charge of pack was… well… in charge.
“Go down!” commanded dog, letting rest of pack pass him by. “Go on entrance to that ledge… and keep bear engaged for a while. Just give me a minute…”
“For what!?” yelled Elske, beautiful brownfurred she-wolf, just coming to Tro and Glemt. “Don’t do that, whatever it…”
“It’s your brother down there.” Noticed alpha.
“Glemt, don’t do anything stupid…” sobbed wolfess.
“Just go!” hastened them dog. “Trust me, it will work.” He looked in her eyes, but just for a second, not to show his own fear. Elske’s eyes were deep blue, now narrowed due to freezing wind, but dog noticed anyway a spark of love and concern in her stare. “I love you…” he whispered. That words drowned in storm, but she read those from his muzzle. “I’ll be safe.”
“Come on, girl!” called Tro, nudging friend’s side. “We have a bear to fight.”
So both wolvesses followed the rest of pack. Tro gave just few words of orders to prepare companions for attack. They all were struggling to save their alpha. Tro was standing for her mate, Elske, for her brother. Losing of Fort was not an option.
“Losing of yourself is not an option too.” Murmured Glemt, searching for ideal position. “Sis and Elske would be a bit upset if I miss.”
Pack engaged grizzly. They just ran to entrance to ledge – narrow path down that lead to rock platform. Surprised bear failed to get there on time – he hadn’t spotted enemies from coming to his ground. If he had defend himself on the most narrow place of ledge he would had been laughing of whole pack. But he let them go close – so he had to fight.
Actually odds of grizzly were minimal. Giant creature could easily kill single wolf. In normal conditions he would deal even with six, maybe eight of smaller predators. But he had eleven against himself. Maybe attackers were in hard situation, because narrow platform allowed only three to fight in the same time. But one of four possible waves of wolves – sooner or later – would get grizzly down. However bear decided to sold his fur dearly.
Tro was crying. Partially due to blizzard, blowing into her face, but also thinking what would happened in next moments. It was almost sure they are able to kill grizzly, but the cost was terrifying. Most likely such a fight would take few lives. Bear was despaired and ready to stand until his last breath. Alpha didn’t know who she was going to lose from her pack, but some casualties were unavoidable. “Such a stupid way!” she sobbed in mind. “And it’s because of Fort!” She didn’t blame her mate for that situation – it was just an accident. But it happened that pack was paying blood tribute for alpha. “And it would be our fault – death of any of them!” In some corner of mind she hoped that she would be a victim of that fight too. “I would pay for our incompetence as a leaders.” She thought, sharing her responsibility with Fort. But even for shortest moment she didn’t think about leaving wolf to die. It wasn’t even about emotions – she loved her mate deeply, but it wasn’t a point. The point was the Law – if member of pack is in danger, packmates had to stand for him or her, doesn’t matter what it takes. If he or she is killed, packmates have to revenge him or her, doesn’t matter what is the cost.
“I hope You will find something fast, Glemt.” Thought Tro, looking up on her step-brother. Dog just froze on the edge of cliff, waiting for opportunity. Wolfess quickly discovered what he was about to perform. “Do not die in progress, bro.” She whispered in mind. “I can’t lose you both!”
“Get ready!” she ordered to pack’s beta, older, darkfurred male, called Annen. Wolf nodded his head, but asked.
“Could you stay in second line?” in his voice a pleading was heard, but with small dose of hope.
“No, I go with you and Venn in first wave.”
“Affirmative, chief.” Agreed Venn, young fast wolf of her pack. So avid to fight…
“…and die!” thought despaired Tro. “Glemt, whatever you are doing, do it quickly!”
*
Husky was observing that scene from path above. He was just crouching in snow, while his silver fur turned out to be almost invisible in blizzard. Glemt took a look on pack, engaging bear and Fort, hardly standing on his paws, growling on enemy. If grizzly decided to deal with lone wolf behind him, alpha would had been already dead. Fortunately giant creature knew that the real threat for him was an attack from the front.
“Keep him busy!” begged Glemt in mind. He was calculating his jump on enemy’s back. He had just one shot and in case of miss he was going to fall to death. If he hit, he still had a great chance to fall with bear, however at least that way he could fulfil his task. “But I will hit!” repeated dog, trying to convince himself.
Tro, Annen and Venn attacked. Well, they actually just sprang ahead, testing bear’s defence. But grizzly instantly waved with clawed paw and whole three attackers jumped back. Alpha was nearest the edge and if enemy pushed her even with part of his might, she would had been flying down to her death two hundred metres below. Fortunately, bear missed.
“Calm down!” ordered Glemt to himself. “You have just one try… You must push him away… and quickly jump back on ledge. You can’t blow this up!” But whole his body was urging him to go. Every strike of pack was endangering his sister and friends. “Just one second… just a moment…”
But then happened what he feared of. Fort attacked.
Seeing his opportunity, or just trying to solve a problem quickly, wounded alpha struck on bear’s back, biting him hard. Wolves of pack yelled with fear and grizzly growled with pain. He turned with unbelievable speed, trying to shake irritant away. But Fort always had a strong jaws – he endured that carousel much longer than enemy expected and instead of being thrown from the cliff, he just was hurled into rock wall. Then he fell on the ledge unconsciousness. There was no time to lose.
Glemt pounced from his place, aiming on bears head. After just two metres of flight, he hit body of foe. At the first sight the proportions of potential were dire – dog weighed about forty kilos, bear maybe even ten times that mass. But husky impacted on neck of standing enemy. Huge body of grizzly in that second became a lever, transforming limited energy of pouncing silverfurred into expected result. Giant lost his balance and with menacing slowness started to fall into the abyss. First part of Glemt’s plan worked. Then only that harder part left.
Instantly when dog sensed his success, he bounced on foe’s back and tried to jump back to the ledge. It wasn’t a hard operation, under condition that bear was passive. But giant – seeing he was already doomed – waved his paw with desperate anger, plunging his claws into husky’s side.
Glemt felt terrible pain in his body, but in the same time understood that possibly saved his life. Blow of grizzly added his impetus and dog was thrown away even with greater energy. He hit the rock wall and fell down. But still on the ledge. Shocked, wounded and stunned – but still alive.
Next thing he sensed were distant voices of his pack and warm touch of someone’s tongue. It took him over a minute to discover that one who was licking him was Elske. Then he managed to open his eyes and see pack gathered around two wounded ones.
“Fort?” asked dog with weary voice.
“Hush, it’s all right.” Whispered Elske. “Lay down. He is fine and a moment ago asked for you.” He nodded his head.
“I will be fine… sooner or later.” Said barely. “Just let me lay for a while… and if you could… hold me. You’re so warm…”
*
In the end Glemt wasn’t able to walk himself. Fort had no serious wound and after about hour he was ready to go. But in dog’s side there were four cuts, made by bear’s claws. Injuries fortunately missed any internal organ, but were bleeding, so Tro made a desperate decision to go further. After a short examination and thought, Annen took a lead, replacing disable Glemt. Then was going whole pack, closed by Fort, carrying half-awaken Glemt. Alpha was in condition good enough to carry his saviour but definitely not as good to lead others. So he was stepping on sure, checked part, serving as a transport. It wasn’t easy, nor safe, but possible.
“Pal, it’s one of those moments I don’t regret I’m such a skinny weakling.” Murmured dog. “You can carry me easily.”
“Definitely not a weakling.” Replied alpha. “You have just taken bear down.” He paused for a while, then added. “Thanks again… We made it safe. If not you, it would be a slaughter.” Husky just nodded his head, what wolf not saw, but sensed. “When we are back in cave, we must talk.”
“Yeah, when we are back in cave.” Replied Glemt and lost his consciousness.
*
Vis – old female, grey-hoary furred shaman of Beech Pack – took a short look on dog to get know he was going to survive.
“Nice scars.” She judged. “But he will be fine. Fortune loves fools.”
“He saved Fort.” Said Elske, putting her beloved in side-chamber of pack’s cave.
“Exactly!” smiled shamaness. “If he didn’t, he could be an alpha male now… and you would be an alpha female.”
“Don’t talk such a nonsense!” yelled young wolfess.
“Just kidding.” Replied Vis. “Don’t be huffed. After all I’ve done my job. Now he is yours.” She exited chamber to main part of cave.
Keep of Beech Pack was a moderate cavern in slope of Bear Mountain. It was in about middle of slope, where taiga forest was slowly turning into birch groves. Entrance to the keep was on south side of mountain, shielded from most of freezing winds and well hidden among trees. It was a safe haven for Beeches. However in winter in cave wasn’t too warm, so wounded patient would use some additional heating.
“Ow… Elske…” murmured awaken Glemt with sleepy voice.
“Sleep. I just came to warm you up.”
“I don’t want to sleep and miss it.” Smiled dog. He raised his head and licked female’s muzzle.
Elske was beautiful wolf, with white fur and perfectly shaped features. Only thing that somehow was spoiling that amazing view were nasty scars on her forehead and cheeks. She often cried about those, sobbing it made her ugly. But each time it happened, Glemt was assuring her she was beautiful and licked every single of her scar in their special caress. Dog knew exactly how those wounds were made. In fact he was the one who prevent cuts from being lethal. Over two years earlier, when they were just pups, left in pack sanctuary, they were attacked by lynx. In the moment when cat was literally biting Elske’s head (and reaching with claws to her throat) Glemt came and in one desperate attack bought a moment for his friend. All three – she, he and lynx fell on the grass confused. It took just few seconds to young canines to start their run, but extremely surprised cat gave them a moment of time. So when he finally started a pursue after his eventual dinner, wolfess and dog were speeding thought forest, howling with all their might. Lynx had a badluck – chief Forer and Annen were near, so they interrupted a hunt quickly. Cat died instantly, tore apart by fangs of alpha and his beta. However for Elske it would had been too late if not heroic charge of dog-pup. Since that time they become very close to each other. In two years a puppyish friendship turned to love. Wolfess didn’t care her beloved was a dog. All that mattered that he was her saviour. On his behalf Glemt honestly considered Elske as most beautiful being on the world. Even those scars couldn’t change it.
“You saved the day again.” Murmured Elske, nestling to husky’s side. Carefully and to right side, aware not to touch his wounds.
“I guess that’s a task of guarding dog.” Smiled silverfurred and licked his love again.
“I though you are more like sled dog.” Noticed Elske, then instantly added. “But it doesn’t matter. You are a wolf. My wolf, to be exact.”
“Yeah, doesn’t matter.” Agreed husky. “The point is that you are close.” Then nuzzled again, but in the same moment the chamber entered Fort and Tro. “My beloved family.” Murmured dog, faking irritation. “They know when to came to… be helpful.” But in fact he wasn’t angry on them. Simply – he wasn’t able to be angry on his step-sister. They were more concordant and loving maybe more than any real siblings.
“Ow, sorry…” murmured Fort. “But we must talk with Glemt. Elske, if you could…”
“Right, I’m leaving.” Instantly replied whitefurred, obedient to her brother.
“No, wait.” Said alpha. “It’s not necessary. In fact we want talk about something that might… well… most likely will be concerning you.” Tro nodded her head and laid down next to brother.
“It’s better?” asked, looking on his side.
“I think it could be worse.” Replied dog with smile.
“Worse!” snorted Fort, uneasily walking in chamber. Elske laid on the other side of husky, so all three were looking on leader, coming from one wall to another. “Worse!” repeated chief. “Yeah, it could have been, because of me!”
“Stop it!” called Tro and Glemt in the same time. In spite step-sibling had no common blood, somehow they were very similar, also with behaviour. Wolfess and husky reacted in exactly in the same way. “It wasn’t your fault!” continued alpha, looking on mate. “Just a bad luck.”
“So maybe it’s time to think for whom Ancestors are caring better.” Said leader with angry voice. “That one should be a chief.”
“What the heck you are talking about?” yelled Glemt. “Fort, is something wrong with you? I thought your wounds are just scratches, and you still easily perform alpha’s duties…”
“Yes, I could.” Said Beech leader. “But today I’m not sure if I should.”
A moment of silence came to side chamber where confused Elske and Glemt were looking on Tro and Fort. Finally alphess said with heavy voice.
“Bro… we were talking much about it with Fort, and we came to conclusion that…” she once again looked on mate then said, almost whispering. “It would be best if you take a control of Beech Pack.”
“WHAT?” yelled Elske.
“Calm down.” Said husky. “I doubt if they are serious.”
“We are serious.” Said Fort and stopped before his brother-in-law. “I will willingly step down. Tro agreed on that. Then you will became our leader with Elske on your side, if you still…” Glemt instinctively nestled to whitefurred’s side, to confirm his devotion, however he still was looking on leader with disbelief. “You deserved to be an alpha countless times. I mean not only that what happened on path, but many times before. You are the clearly chosen one. And after all, you are also male heir of great Forer.”
“But not his son…” replied husky, but instantly added. “I mean… I loved my step-father… I loved my step-mother as no one on this world. I’m proud to call myself their son, no doubt of that.” He took a quick look on Elske on his side and added with quieter voice. “But also I’m not a wolf. I’m just a stray dog that was raised by wonderful wolves. I’m their son in heart and mind… but not in blood. I can’t be an alpha!”
“Why not!?” asked Fort.
“I’m not a wolf!” repeated silverfurred. “Tro is true blood-heir of our parents and you are her mate. What is wrong with that? – you lead and let it be this way.”
“Bro, listen to me.” Said Tro softly. “You are part of this pack. Everyone considers you are Beech and no one would object if you take a heritage of our dad.”
“That’s not a point!” replied husky. “I know you are my truly family, but it doesn’t make me a wolf. Dog should not led the pack, period. Elske has already reconciled with that she won’t be an alpha female. I did it too.”
“Bro, it isn’t funny!” interrupted him Tro. “We came to conclusion…”
“No, listen to me!” almost shouted silverfurred. “I love you all and love the pack. That means that I also will be obedient to all laws and customs of yours… of ours. And the tradition of our people is that pure-wolf should lead us. I’m not a wolf and I won’t be a leader.”
Then some shadow moved in corridor. They herd a voice.
“Actually you are partially wolf. But it makes even worse candidate for being alpha.”
“Vis!” gasped Tro. “How long you are eavesdropping us?”
“Long enough to know what you are doing.” Replied shaman. She came out from the shadow, then they noticed that also Annen was there. “Forgive me, sir, forgive me ma’am, for that indiscretion, but we have no choice. We have to secure existence of pack.”
“Explain yourself.” Ordered Fort.
Shaman and beta came to young wolves. Vis was old, grey-hoary furred female, serving as advisor and priest from times before Tro’s birth. Annen seemed to be in pack from always. Although young pair of alphas was reigning the pack, elders were always discretely running things from behind. Not because of power-hunger. It was just right thing to do. Wisdom of old age is always needed to hot-headed leaders.
“Yes, sir.” Said Annen officially. “We knew what you are going to do… and we had to interfere. There are serious reasons for Glemt not to take a lead and you know something about, ma’am.” Said old warrior, looking on alphess.
“Ha?” sighed confused dog.
“It’s just a legend… It’s not even prophecy, but product of your imagination!” replied wolfess quickly.
“What prophecy?” asked Glemt conspicuously.
“Never mind, it’s nothing.” Said Tro quickly.
“Mind it, sir.” Whispered Vis with grave tone. “Forgive me, Glemt. You know that I love you as you were my son. Since day of lady Bry’s death, I tried to take care over you as mother would. Somehow I dreamed for you to be leader. But also I know reasons that make this impossible.”
“What she is talking about?” asked husky, looking on his step-sister.
“I… We all, parents and I decided not to tell you.” She replied with regret in her voice. “It’s very bad that you get know about it.” Elske nestled closer to her beloved’s side, as he was listening to alpha’s words. “Bro… it’s just about some vision that Vis once had. I’m sure that is nothing more than a dream…”
“No, it’s much more serious.” Disagreed shaman. “It’s also about his actual heritage.” She looked in husky’s eyes. “You have been never told abut whole your story. Your parents… those who raised you decided that you don’t have to know all about your blood-relatives. But know, I must reveal it all in order to tell you about prophecy.”
“What prophecy?” asked in the same time Glemt, Elske and Fort.
“Annen… Will you tell them?” asked Vis.
“There is no need…” interrupted Tro.
“Sorry, ma’am, he should know about it.” Said old beta. “Listen, Glemt, it all started in
February three years ago…”

Nice start!

Glemt is an interesting character and has it turns out, the main character of this story. A husky adopted into a wolf clan, raised as a son of the Alphas and stepbrother to the heiress. He seems to be well liked and respected among the clan, even having a good she-wolf to settle down with. Thanks to his brave actions against the bear Fort and Tro have decided to step down and have Glemt take over... a position he doesn't want. Yet now it seems the shaman and beta want to tell of the past, where he came from and who his parents are... should make for an interesting tale.

This is great thus far.

All right, so here it goes next chapter, where We learn about Glemt’s past...
Important: the version described here is one seen through Beech Pack’s eyes. The reality is told in RTW’s ABT story. but for this tale more important is what Glemt believe that how it actually was…

Ps.
I forgot about technical stuff:
Story is pg13 rated due to usual matters (also reading of pg13+ rated AFL is needed here, so I assumed that was obvious).

II. Feral Pup

Beech Pack left its usual hunting areas to hide from blizzard. Wolves were hungry, very hungry, because most of meat was meant for pregnant Bry. Alpha of pack was waiting in sanctuary for her packmates to get more food. So Beeches was wandering on Seward Range, and desperately trying to get their preys. But on that evening those attempts had to be stopped – wind and snowfall became too hard.
Leader led his companions from slopes down to the valley. Blizzard was too fierce to get back to sanctuary immediately – pack decided to stay a night in safe pan, shielded by pine forest. And on next morning they intended to get back on range. After all they were still hungry.
“Sir!” Vis whispered to alpha’s ear. “Maybe we choose another valley…”
“What’s wrong with you?” called chief so loud that even Annen, guiding the pack, took a look back. “No, it’s nothing.” Assured him Forer. “Go ahead.” Then again he looked on shaman. “So, why don’t you want to stay here?”
“My dreams…”
“Dreams!” snorted leader. “Cease it. Those are just… dreams. We can’t let imagination scare us.”
“But sir…” yelled Vis. “I recognise this forest. I recognise this path. We are going to the place that I dreamed of. There we will meet pup who would doom our pack.”
“You recognise?” smiled Forer with irony. “In my opinion every snowed forest looks the same way. Just calm down and leave that nonsense. There is no…”
“SIR!” called Annen from lead. Whole group instantly stopped. “There is…”
Forer quickly came on lead of pack. They entered a quiet pan, just below vertical slope of cliff. On snow drift next to the stone wall there was some darker shape in white snow. When alpha came closer he understood that he was looking on greyfurred husky. Female was lying in weird position and moaning quietly. Chief understood immediately – she just had fallen from the cliff.
Pack surrounded wounded dog. Some of them yelled with pain and compassion – it was clear that husky had many broken bones and damaged spine. It was just a matter of time when she was going to pass away. Forer came closer to stranger.
“Do you read me?” asked with gentle voice.
No, female was barely aware of world around. She was still moaning, even not because of pain, but general shock. Alpha noticed that most of her body was paralysed by spine damage. “At least she feels no pain.” Thought chief.
“My puppies…” whispered husky in malign. “It’s all lost now… Balto… Balto left us!”
“Sir, I think there is little we could do for her.” Said Annen, looking on alpha. “Except of…” He bared his teeth to show in what way he could end dog’s suffering. But Forer stopped him with growl.
“No, we won’t do this that way.” Said. “No killing. Let God take the life He gave her. I… oh my God!” she suddenly screamed. “She is pregnant!”
All wolves carefully looked on wounded one’s belly. She was in advanced pregnancy, just before labour. Of course after that fall…
“She is… bearing!” whispered Annen.
“Vis, can we help her?” asked alpha.
“Sir, this is not our con…” but Forer pierced her with decisive stare, so she added. “She is done already… And pups most likely too. Those are clearly prematurely ones. And that fall…” shaman looked up to see that cliff was more than fifty metres high.
“Do what you could. Maybe some will make it.” Decided alpha.
“But sir!” gasped Annen. “Soon we will have your children to take care.”
“I beg you sir, leave this place.” Pleaded Vis. “It’s all just like in my dream.”
“Do it!” growled alpha. He turned to the pack. “All of you – dig a den in the snow. Give them some shelter.”
Meanwhile Vis closed to dying husky, carefully examining her body. All that she want was to run, or maybe even kill wounded dog, before any of pups would reach this world. She was shaking on whole body, recalling terrible nightmare, that had been haunting her since few weeks. “A feral pup, stray dog will come // If pack save him, itself is done // The dog of doom will lead to death // From long dead womb to pack's last breath...” was repeating the chant that appeared in her dreams. But order of chief was clear and additionally seeing her patient muzzle to muzzle Vis awoke in herself a great dose of compassion. She was afraid, but after all she didn’t want to see that dog’s suffering. Meanwhile rest of pack was digging an improvised lair.
“How it’s going?” asked Forer, still standing over lying husky.
“Give us few more minutes, sir.” Replied Annen, working with team. “And how is she?”
“She is giving birth… I see the first pup.”
Leader bended down to she-husky, trying to calm her with touch and easy words. Meanwhile Vis was ready to receive incoming pups. They both were carefully listening to half-consciousness whispers of mother.
“It’s all lost… Balto scorned my pups…” was moaning dog. “Kill… it’s all happened so fast! I didn’t want it, but… Balto, why did you do it?”
“I guess that Balto is father of her litter.” Said Vis. “Maybe he is somewhere here too.”
“No…” suddenly replied greyfurred. “He is here…” he pointed with muzzle up on the cliff. Or at least she wanted to. Forer noticed that her head froze in half of motion, probably due to paralyse. “With her…” added bitch with gloomy voice.
“I don’t like it.” Murmured Forer. “I sense something terrible here.” Then he asked husky. “What is your name?”
“First is coming!” called Vis. “I see her… it’s a girl…” Then shaman panted with mixture of sorrow and relief. “But… she is dead.”
That was true – small pup was already done when she reached the world. Fall from cliff had crushed her body. Light-grey, almost white fur of stillborn was stained with blood. In that second Vis felt a pang of remorse. She was actually glad that pup was dead and was no threat for a pack. But it was so cruel – to cheer someone’s death. Especially death of innocent child…
“Trinea…” whispered dog. “Will you take care for my babies? Balto doesn’t want us…”
“Has he… done it to you?” asked Forer with breaking voice. He was a tough wolf, but thought that some canine would reject his mate and pups… or actually – try to kill them, seemed inconceivable for him. Or better to say: incomprehensible – totally out of moral order he knew.
“No, no…” whispered Trinea. “It’s just I… I was too weak for him.” In his simple heart alpha took it as kind of confirmation and shivered inside. “He chose Jenna.”
“Second… boy I guess.” Said Vis, bending down to husky’s side. “But he also…”
She cut this out, carefully putting dead body of stillborn on snow, next to his sister. Something broke inside her. Her head was still filled with dreadful words of prophecy, but she could no longer look on that drama indifferently. She gasped with sorrow over stiff body of child. All she wanted then was that next cub was alive.
“We could only pray.” Said Forer. “Maybe at least one of them survive.” Then he again looked on dog. “Yes, I promise you that we will take care of them…” said and added in mind: “If any survives”.
“Third…” called Vis. “Boy again. And again…”
Alpha clenched his jaws. He was a witness of a dying, assumable also a witness of a terrible crime. In that moment he imagined that dog, Balto, standing somewhere on top of bluff and smiling with cruel smile. “Murderer!” thought wolf. “I hope that at least on of your children will survive and thank you for what you’ve done!”
“Fourth.” Called Vis. “I’m sorry…” she burst with tears. “She didn’t make it.”
“Please… keep them and raise them.” Asked Trinea, clearly not aware of what was happening. “I beg you… Ow, Balto, why did you do it?”
“It’s over, sir.” Said shaman. “All four are gone.”
“No…” gasped Forer looking on passing Trinea.
“Take care of them and…” whispered dog with last breath. “Balto, you would have been perfect father…” Then she froze and finally freed from her mortal coil.
Forer was silent for few seconds, finally said with hollow voice. “I guess that your prophecy was wrong, Vis.”
“Sir… I wanted them live…” sobbed shaman.
“Sir!” called Annen, backing from digging team. “We have a basic hole. I’m sure they…”
“It’s too late, friend.” Interrupted him alpha. “She is gone, as well as all four pups.”
“And that fifth?” asked beta.
Then they looked again on still Trinea’s body and Vis yelled with surprise and emotion. They saw another shape between husky’s legs – a fifth cub, clearly alive and breathing, because it was trying to get away itself.
“He alive!” called shaman, grabbing gently tiny pup in her jaws. Last one, silverfurred (but in that moment heavily stained with blood) child was breathing heavily, yelping quietly.
“Get him to the lair!” ordered Forer. “And warm him. Then we go to sanctuary… We need Bry to feed him.”
So shaman of Beech Pack took barely living pup into snow shelter. When part of emotions were gone, she again recalled a prophecy. “A feral pup, stray dog will come // If pack save him, itself is done // The dog of doom will lead to death // From long dead womb to pack's last breath...” She was afraid as never in her life. But she also felt that leader did what he had to. Leaving that child, a victim of terrible crime, was not an option. “Maybe it’s just a stupid dream?” asked herself Vis.
*
Spring came to Bear Mountain, bringing life with it. Bry gave birth to litter of four pubs, but unfortunately only one survived. It was no one’s fault – just some mysterious illness that took three pups. So in may it turned out that Bry and Forer were blessed only with two children – daughter Tro and adopted son, they called Glemt. The Forgotten One in ancient language of pack, because they almost forgot about him during his dramatic birth. But this was mainly a good name – uncle of chief Forer was named that and Glemt senior was strong and noble warrior before previous winter claimed him.
But future of pack seemed to be secured. Alphas of Beeches allow two pair of other wolves to raise a litter with help of pack. So several other pups, including Elske, Fort and Venn was growing with alphas heirs.
Beech Pack was one, concordant family. They found themselves a small area of hunting, right between territories of huge clans: Uniea and Talbourne. Not provoking them small group of wolves managed to settle a peaceful haven where children of pack was growing in peace.
Strange, but true – although Glemt was pup from outside, actually even not a wolf, he was quickly accepted by companions. He was easily growing among his wolfish colleagues and moreover quickly attached himself to his step-sister. Siblings were inseparable. Even if Tro and Glemt were spending much time with Elske, Fort and other cubs, that two was loving and unanimous team. The different in blood was recompensed by unity in spirit. Wolfess was actually consider dog as her brother. The same thought husky.
Foster parents loved they miraculously gained child as own. Glemt very quickly understood that he was different from wolves among whose he was living. But in the same time he learned that his difference should be a reason to shame. He was not like them, but was one of them.
“God, you are growing so fast…” said Bry, licking his son’s fur to clean it up. It was some summer morning when most of pack was hunting, but alphess was keeping group’s children in their sanctuary.
“Well maybe.” Said Glemt. “But Tro is taller. And… mom, she looks so different.” Then he stopped, took a deep breath and added. “Or maybe I look different. Unlike she, unlike Fort or rest… Not even like you or dad.”
“Yes, that’s correct.” Agreed Bry, still bathing her son. “But it’s just like your father and I told you. I haven’t born you. We got you as a gift. You look different from us, but still you are our child. Nothing could change it.”
“I know… I love you mom.” Replied dog and licked her carer back. But then said with queter voice. “But still Tro is stronger than me and runs faster…”
“But you have better sight and when you grow up, you will be far more better winter wanderer than she. It’s all equal – you have some gifts that other lacks and in the same time you depend on our abilities if you are not so gifted in some. We are family… a pack. We need each other.”
“You said I’m a dog.” Said Glemt. “That I descent from creatures that lives with humans.”
“Yes, you are.” Nodded alphess. “But now you are wolf. You want be a wolf?”
“I want be as you, dad and Tro.”
“So you are a wolf. Forget about all else.”
*
“You still persist with your superstitions?” asked one day Forer. He and Vis were looking down the valley on sparring of young members of pack. All one-year-ones, that meant Tro, Elske, Fort, Venn, Vind, Hviske and Glemt were wresting on green grass of newborn spring. The youngest pups were looking on older compactions with half-aware stares of just opened eyes. The new year for Beeches started perfectly. Alpha male wanted to check his shaman’s mind.
“That were not a…” started Vis, but then she burst in laughter. “You are right, sir. I was totally out of my mind then. Glemt is one of us, there is no doubt about that.”
“So no more talking about that stupid dream?” asked alpha. Shaman was silent for a while, so Forer insisted. “Well?”
“Sir…” said Vis quietly. “Just listen me for the last time. We will forget about it, but just hear that prophecy again.”
“Ow, you are really…” murmured alpha and laid on the grass.
“Please!” pleaded shaman. When she noticed that her leader closed his eyes – with irritation but also with resignation, she started to talk. “So I had a dream about Glemt. I’m sure it was about him – I recall his face from that visions. And how he came to us… As I said – one who lead our pack to death will be dog, born of dying mother. I also dreamed about blood. This child was a victim of terrible crime. Murder I sensed.”
“You know what?” asked Forer. “We aren’t even sure what happened there. Theory that Balto killed Trinea is just a theory… The result of our conclusions, with no proof behind it.”
“But with many circumstantial evidences.” Replied Vis. When leader examined her with careful stare, she added. “Forgive, chief, but I was inquiring… I asked Annen for help and some… intelligence.”
“Has he so much to share?” smiled Forer.
“I meant: espionage. He made a reconnaissance in Nome area and found out many important… yet a bit shocking facts. About Trinea and Balto.”
“So, enlighten me!” demanded alpha.
“What we found about Balto is that he is sled dog, a local hero of human community in Nome. He was leader of sled that brought town vaccine on some human disease. But whatever – the point is that Balto have a mate, called Jenna and several pups with her. But over year ago there was a case that concerned whole town. Balto was accused of seducing young bitch, called Trinea.”
“Glemt’s mother!” gasped Forer.
“Most likely.” Nodded shaman. “We found out that Balto was found guilty of adultery, forced to separate from his mate and… And then we have a gap in our information, but what we established is that few weeks later Jenna forgave Balto, they became mates again and Trinea just disappeared for not to be seen again. No one confirmed she was pregnant, but…”
“God!” yelled Forer. “Is that true? It means that Balto… that monster killed Trinea to cover his adultery. He… removed proofs of his guilt.”
“I know it sound shocking sir, but it is most logical assumption.” Said shaman. “I also felt in my dreams something terrible about Glemt. Like his birth was… stained in blood. I know, it was literally, but I mean the sense of violence. I felt his aura and sensed violence… killing.”
“Killing.” Repeated Forer. “I would gladly rip that ******* apart. Murdered of own mate and pups!”
“I suggest you not to try.” Said shaman with grave voice. “One of Balto’s children is now the alpha of whole Talbourne clan.” Forer gasped, hearing that. “I’m serious. She had over five hundreds wolves in command.”
“So I guess the strength-solutions are quite popular in that family!” murmured chief. “I just can’t believe that Glemt is one of them… He is so unlike…”
“Sir, you won’t do anything stupid?” asked shaman.
“Avenging on Balto? I’m not suicide!” snorted leader. “I think that Balto deserves to die. But I won’t endanger our pack for some personal vendetta.”
“Although you want to…”
“But I must take care about future… also for Glemt.”
“Future.” Sighed shaman.
Alpha turned his stare down and was silent for a longer while. Then he said with heavy voice. “So it somehow is true. His real father killed his real mother. So tell me more – how that poor child could endanger our pack?”
“I can’t say it with certainty, I have just premonitions.” Explained Vis. “I know that he wouldn’t do it purposely. In my vision it was said that he would <lead us> to end. There was nothing about his will nor intention, only that he was a cause.”
“Of course he couldn’t do it purposely!” snorted alpha. “He will be loyal to family, I’m sure of that.”
“Still, he would be a cause. There is only one way to solve this.”
“He will stay in the pack!” growled leader decisively. “I won’t banish my own son!”
“I never meant that sir.” Replied Vis with tensed voice. “My vision said that he <leads> to doom. I know that he is your male heir… but promise me that he won’t be an alpha after you. Choose Tro and her eventual mate as successor.”
“That’s…” sighed leader, but then added. “No, you are right. We can’t play with our destiny. I will speak with Bry, then make my final decision.”
“Than you, sir.” Replied shaman with relief.
*
Although summer was beautiful, Forer was dying. Wolf was strong, but old – his time had to come sooner or later. He just was about to follow his mate – Bry, who had died in winter. But circle of life was ready to make it’s turn – almost mature children of leader seemed to be ready for a change.
“No.” Glemt interrupted father’s speech. “I mean, yes! I mean… Dad, I don’t want to hear it, because you won’t die.”
“Everyone someday does.” Noticed ill leader.
“Someday doesn’t mean today.”
“But could means tomorrow.” Said Forer. That talk took place in pack’s cave, where dying chief was lying on brushy bedding. He asked only for silverfurred husky to accompany him. He had some father-to-son business.
“Nevermind, just don’t talk about death.” Asked Glemt. “But in second case, you are right. I know well that wolf should lead our pack. I promise you I won’t ever challenge Tro for leadership. She is my sister, I love her. You all are my pack, I love you. I care about our future.”
“I’m proud of you, son.” Whispered alpha. “You would be great leader… But for a price.”
“Tro and Ford will take your place… But not soon. You will be all right, dad.”
“I’m tired, Glemt.” Replied Forer. “But happy. I’m leaving peacefully, sure about future.” Dog wanted to interrupted him, but he continued. “I’m not your father by a blood, by I always considered you as my son. Your mother was thinking the same. I really glad that fate gave us you that night, three years ago.”
“I love you.” Said Glemt. “And I miss mom. I’m proud to call myself your child.” The silence covered air in the cave. Dog was about to burst in tears, repressing himself only due to male’s pride. He understood what his father was on the end of his path.
“Right… cut down this pathos.” Smiled Forer. “I lived a good life as a wolf and I could die as a wolf. Now call your sister. We must announce her she will be the next alpha…”
Mighty chief of Beech Pack died following night.
*
“Briefly, that’s all.” Finished Annen.
“So you all… My parents and you… knew about the prophecy and said me nothing?”
“For what?” asked Vis with ironic smile. “What would you do?”
“Make sure that I won’t endanger my family!” said dog firmly.
“Cut that, brother!” interrupted Tro. “It’s just a dream. Somehow you haven’t killed us all in all those years and I doubt if you will in future.”
“But not certainly!” noticed Glemt.
“What the heck you are talking about?” asked Fort. During all Annen’s tale he was still marching from one to other corner of chamber, struggling with his emotions. The day after he decided to make a desperate step – to step down from leadership. Somehow decline of Glemt would had sounded for him appealing… if it wasn’t explained in such absurd way. “You don’t want to lead because of that prophecy. But if that prophecy is true… - what in my opinion is doubtful – it will be fulfilled anyway. It’s not an simple instruction, just… writ of fate.”
“Ow, that’s comforting.” Snorted Vis, but then she returned to her grave pose.
“I should leave the pack.” Said Glemt.
“No way!” called Tro.
“Not without me!” called Elske.
“You are out of your mind.” added Fort.
“Listen to me… all of you.” Said dog. “I know it sounds strange, but I feel that answer on our question lies in my past. I must confront it. Maybe the prophecy is true, maybe not. It better not to risk. I will just travel to Nome and see my biological father on my own eyes…” Seeing confused stare of Tro, added. “Don’t worry, I will never forget who is my real family. I just have to cut all bounds that keeps me between two words – our pack and town. When I make sure I break that family curse… I will return to you. That just a short trip.” He saw as Vis nodded her head.
“You lie.” Thought shaman. “You will never return, until you will sure that nothing would endanger Beeches.”
“Stay!” sobbed Elske, nestling to Glemt’s side. “Don’t you love me?”
“I love you.” Replied husky. “And that’s why I have to go.”
“I hope it won’t take much time.” Said Fort.
“Surely won’t.” replied dog.

Good chapter. Glemt's history is revealed. You did a good job here with Trinea and what happened between her and Balto in a summarized formation of RTW's A Broken Trust and how he was accepted into the wolf pack, despite the shaman's fear of a prophecy. How the Alphas of the Beech pack treated him like a son. Kinda cool if I do say so. It gave a nice look into the past but now that past will affect the present and future. Hmm... this should be interesting. Keep it up Taka, you're doing great!

Here is a third chapter. Reading it remember – that is a story that should be attached to RTW’s plotline. Aleu’s clan is the Talbourne, described by Tony through his fanfics and war that just has ended is described in “Talkeet Trilogy”. However what looked on glorious fight from Talbourne (and Uniea) perspective could be seen totally different by smaller pack, neutral to that conflict and scared by Aleu sudden conquers. As I warned You – that is “the second paw story”.
Most of Nome characters I tried to develop according to RTW’s tales. I hope to use those protagonist properly.

III. New Dog in Town

Glemt set off almost instantly after making his decision. He rested two days to cure his cuts (gained in fight with bear), then just turn south and started to run. What should had alerted him was that resistance of Tro and Elske was relative weak. Just like two bitches already had reconciled with loss of loved one. Of course, alpha was repeating that he should leave enigmatic and very unsure prophecy and his mate was pleading him to stay or at least to let her go too. But those protests were cut after decisive announcement of Glemt.
“I will go. You won’t stop me.” Then both wolfesses just gave up. Apparently.
“It makes whole thing harder.” Sighed Tro, after leaving resting husky in cave. “Now we have to just follow him, to make sure if he is all right.”
“You mean: whole pack?” asked Elske with uncertain, yet happy stare.
“Of course!” snorted alpha. “Did you really think I would let him go alone? That’s a thin ice. He is going among humans… and most likely will cross some of Talbourne’s territories.”
“Yeah, we have to guard him. But in town it would be impossible.”
“We won’t enter the town, of course.” Replied Tro. “Just wait on outskirts and wait for call. Maybe some liaison would be needed…” Scarred wolfess smiled. “Yes, I mean you. You are the best in scouting stuff of us all.”
“We will do our best… and prove that Vis is wrong.” Said Elske. “Glemt would never harm our pack. Never.”
And day after that talk, husky set off. On the morning, without saying goodbye. He didn’t want to make it any harder. He just left wolf-message, by scratching tree’s bark. [I’ll be back, as soon I will challenge my past. I love you] and that was all. Pack waited until midday to follow him.
“It’s a bit risky.” Said Venn. In his voice was no suggestion to give up, just a noticing a fact. “We have never come so close to humans seats so far.”
“Come on, we will stay on northern outskirts of Nome.” Replied Fort instantly, however he also was a bit nervous about whole action.
“Yes, but aren’t those Talbourne’s areas?”
“Those are no one’s areas!” snorted Tro. “Talbourne can’t be ruling whole Alaska. We can’t cower our tails every time they extend their grasp. That clan is an abomination against all laws of our kind. I bet it is just remnants of countless pack beaten and subdued by line of greedy, tyrant leaders.”
“So far they are going quite well in that.” Noticed Venn. “Under leadership of Aleu they almost wiped out Uniea. Not that I’m crying for Uniea, but…”
“All right, cease that.” Interrupted Elske. “It’s time to go. If we wait, his trails would be covered by snow.”
Snow was falling lightly – nothing that could be compared to blizzard from few days before. However without that precipitation way would be much easier. Glemt was going straight due south, crossing smaller mountain ranges and snowed valleys. He could have chosen longer but much easier way, however he wanted to calm himself and think a while. He was in hurry, but he also understood that to hurry not always means to run as fast as possible. He tried to order his feelings and make sure what he was intending to do.
Leaving the pack was hard, leaving Tro and Elske even harder, but Glemt knew that thinking over it would make his decision much more difficult. He had followed first impulse – after sensing that threat from prophecy was real, he just decided for good of pack. As in hunting, when he was standing for his packmates, as few days earlier, when he saved his leader. It was better not to think over at all – just act.
“But what then?” asked dog himself, shaking his head to dispel images of sister and mate. “What for I’m going to Nome? What would change seeing my real father. Do I want to… kill him?” He stopped, shocked by that thought. Balto was a killer of his mother. But also a father. Many on this world had right to judge that crime, but definitely not a son. “He is my father…” cried in mind, still running uphill. “I’m almost sure he did terrible thing… But I can’t raise my paw against parent. But he is a killer… He murdered my mother to cover his cheats… All I could do to find evidence of that and make him confess.” Then he suddenly laughed. “Mother, father… Why do I care so much? It was Bry and Forer who raised me. I’m a wolf in every way except of my blood.” But that thought took him back to gloomy dilemmas. “And I’m keeping the Law of our kind. There is only one punishment for premeditated murder: death. And if he did it as I think, it was cold-blood premeditated act. He killed my mother… and siblings to cover his adultery. So I should kill him… and in the same time I just can’t!”
Dog was so absent-minded that he managed to perfectly hit the trunk of pine on top of range. He stopped, a bit shocked by blow, then sat down. Pain reminded him a need to rest.
“It’s also a border.” He thought. “Farther are areas that Talbourne claims as own. I’m far from sharing this megalomaniac’s greed, but I have to be careful.”
*
Aleu slept much longer that she should. Or she slept the same as usual, but fell asleep much later. At least she had some time to spend alone with Shadow, without kids, without burning matters of clan. She was sure about it and was wrong. Lightning managed only postpone some of urging decisions for a day, but alpha was grateful to him anyway.
“Aleu…” said wolf, carefully entering alpha’s private chamber. “It’s almost midday.” Not true, he exaggerated a bit, there was still about two hour to sun’s zenith, but leaders advisor and friend wanted to wake her up before he would be forced to make a decision he would have to explain himself. “Aleu!” repeated louder, irritated a bit.
Then Shadow awoke and in well-taught impulse pounced on wolf on doorstep of chamber. In spite of his years, leader of security team was still fast and strong. Before he realised whom he attacked, he pinned Lightning to the ground and froze with jaws put on his throat.
“Well done…” gasped immobilised wolf. “You’ve just killed your room-service, warrior!”
“Lightning…” whispered a bit confused Shadow. “I’m sorry…” he added, standing up.
“Yeah, no offence taken. But…” he looked of friend and just waking up Aleu. “Few years ago you would killed me as soon as I entered the chamber. Now I was trying to alert you over a minute.” Leader turned his stare down. “But I’m not talking about that thing… or no, about that too. Aleu, are you ready to read me?”
”Hallo, Lightning.” Said alpha. “You right, we lowered our guard shamefully. But I’m so tired…”
“Exactly.” Nodded greyfurred. “Tired, but somehow relaxed. I don’t mean that you overslept today. You are still sleeping since the end of war.”
“To the point, Light!” hastened him Shadow.
“We squashed Uniea two months ago.” Started Lightning. “Since that time it seems that no one in Seward Peninsula is danger to us, right?” Aleu instinctively nodded her head. “No!” called greyfurred a bit too loud. “Fact we won the war doesn’t mean we could idle.”
“I’m not idling!” disagreed alpha. “For that time I’m desperately trying to join our pows to the clan, to turn our old enemies into comrades… Do you think that is so easy?”
“I have no idea.” Confessed Lightning. “I have my own duties and in plat field I see how much is to be done. We aren’t normal pack now. We are a clan. Leading over eight hundred wolves now is not the same as running tiny pack of twenty.”
“As I said, to the point.” Growled Shadow, very displeased that his mate was disturbed by such a problems, especially on such early morning.
“When you both listened to my fully report last time?” asked Lightning. “Don’t guess, I’ll tell you. Since death of… e… Talkeet…” it wasn’t a pleasant thing to do to remind how it war had ended. But death of self proclaimed leader of Uniea, once lieutenant of Talbourne, in private – nephew of alpha… it was a turning point of conflict. From that day pushing back Uniea was just a mere formality. In following month most of remaining forces of enemy clan subdued to Aleu’s power, but… “Since that day you even didn’t bother to hear intelligence news, like it all was done.”
“So what is wrong, Lightning?” asked Aleu.
“Simply – almost everything.” Seeing enraged stare of Shadow, he added. “I’m just kidding. But you must face the truth – there are numerous renegade groups that refuse to surrender. Those are some units we never prevailed… some of them left the clan in day when… Talkeet claimed leadership. They stayed loyal to Daie and his presumably son, called Merig.”
“Wow!” Aleu whistled. “They found a hobby!”
“Daie’s line was in charge of Uniea Pack, that few generations ago started to form Uniea Clan. We should understand their loyalty in order to understand their acting. But…” seeing hasting stare of Shadow he said it himself. “To the point. Those groups are operating almost in whole peninsula from Cape to Nome Valley…”
“Nome Valley!?” yelled Aleu. “Why haven’t you told me? My family there is in danger if some of those fanatics get know that I’m Balto’s daughter!” Lightning nodded. “So what you are going to do with that?”
“Ow… that’s the leader I know well.” Smiled greyfurred. “I estimated chances of possible attack on your family. I ordered my scouts to seek for enemy in Nome region and found only few eventual units. I think that team of few my scouts and about ten warriors from Shadow would keep Nome safe until rest of the forced wipe out remaining resistance. Just I need…”
“I’m going there too.” Said Aleu.
“What?” yelled both Lightning and Shadow at the same time.
“Darling, choose my escort according to Lightning’s advices. We will leave as soon as possible.”
“Ow… chief… You’ve just said that you are flooded with work here…” said uncertainly greyfurred.
“Shadow, Dash and Timbre will keep things running properly.” Judged alpha. “I also need a break… Visiting mom and dad is my idea for that.”
“Werk!” silently cursed Lightning, but he had a little satisfaction that Shadow was even more irritated about that.
*
Mid-November, northern outskirts of Nome.
The weather was mild as that season – snow was lying in thick layer, but no new falling was coming. Also frost seemed to be moderate on that time – only minus twenty Celsius degrees. Glemt – of course – was unable to measure that, but he thought it was really nice downthere.
He came to brink of forest about midday, but spent more than three hours on observing human seats. He was mostly sniffing, slowly using to new scents. Fear of humans slowly faded as he understood that he looked as domestic creature.
“And actually no one knows who I am.” He thought. “If I were looking like wolf, my arrival would be quite a news for both dogs and men. But I could just walk into town, pretend a lost dog and take a look around. I even don’t have to lie – I bet there are many dogs who want to see great Balto, the saviour of Nome.”
So about dusk he started to come down along slope. He passed a wide field, used as a runaway for local pilot, then came next to lone house with hangar nearby. He didn’t know that it was actual residence of Balto. Well, he was new there and had to learn much things.
Streets were rather empty. Most of dogs there were in save and warm interiors, along their human owners. Majority of most tough and bored youngsters, usually filling the streets on such time, was on sled-courses. Team of Kodi, team of Jack and others were on mail routes. But on main street of town Glemt noticed a single silhouette of dog. He hesitated a while, not sure if he should initiate contact with locals so fast. “But what has to come, will come.” Decided husky and moved ahead.
Saba was there… again. It became kind of her habit – to wander in full moon nights on streets, sometimes even outside the town and just look into the sky. “A melancholic soul.” Would said most of Nomers. True, but her melancholy wasn’t just any aesthetical manner, but actual mourning. He even couldn’t admit it in own mind, but still, although it over two years had passed, she was crying for Everest. In time tears became silent and dry, however still sad. Everest was her brother, but – what she also wasn’t able to admit – she mourned for him not only as sibling. It was… “No!” cut her thoughts Saba. “It doesn’t mattered now. He is dead.” Moon silently agreed.
But then she noticed a silvefurred husky, walking the street in her direction. She sighed quietly, ready for another tiring conversation. Saba was indeed beautiful bitch, with many adorers around. Many, many, especially that she was not only just charming female, but also a daughter of famous Balto. A tempting match for many.
But somehow she never was really interested in any serious relationship. She knew that, but many young dogs from vicinity did not. So quite often she was harassed by new adorer. It was simply boring to say <no> for hundredth time.
“Hallo.” Said silverfurred. “Are you local?”
“O… yes.” Replied Saba, a bit surprised by that opener. Additionally she didn’t recognize that particular dog.
“I’m new here… Could you help me?”
“It’s most cliché possible way of picking girl up or he is actually in trouble.” thought Balto’s daughter. “What do you need?” she asked, trying to sound nice. It wasn’t as hard as she initially thought – stranger made a good impression on her. He was definitely handsome, not only be features of his body. She sensed something odd, almost exotic in his moves and way of speaking. There was something odd and in the same time well known in his behaviour. Something… wolfish? The first Saba’s association came to Aleu.
“I’ve just reached the town… Is there a custom to… well… report that to… any elder council?” He almost said <to alpha>, but in last moment he repressed that lycomorphism. “I have to think in dog’s way.” He ordered himself. “God, I am dog, and I should be able to act like one!”
“As far as I know, there is no such necessarily nor even possibility. We haven’t any council here.”
“No authorities… maybe it means also no laws?” thought Glemt, but then he understood that he was just biased against domestic kinds. “They live in dogs ways. I won’t judge those, without understanding.”
“Could I camp freely on your terr… I mean: in borders of town?”
Saba burst in laughter and replied.
“From where you come, stranger? You say so funny things…”
Glemt made a decision. There was no point in pretending he is domestic dog – he just wasn’t able to keep that illusion for too long. It was better to admit he was civilised… that meant: feral in their sense of that word.
“Well… I’m coming from forest.” Said honestly husky, carefully dosing the truth he could reveal. “I was raised by a wolfpack.” Saba’s eyes sparked with surprise and wave of interest. “Opposite to many false rumours that could be spread here, I’m not eating dogs.” Added just in case.
She replied with burst of laughter, even more airy than before. She had to sit down on snow of street and then in moment of clarity she asked herself with simple question: “How many times I laughed since Everest is gone? I don’t know, but he made me smile twice as we talk few minutes.”
“Don’t you?” asked, still giggling. “Nice to hear that. Believe me, I know something about wolves… and dogs living in wild. My sister is…” then she stopped and looked on him with serious stare. “O, my God, where are my manners. My name is Saba, daughter of Balto and Jenna.”
Strange. Usually she wanted to hide that fact from any encountered dogs. But that time she unwillingly said it at once. To catch attention of stranger? She was to scared to ask herself about that.
“Balto!” thought Glemt in the same seconds. He had to put much effort not to show his confusion. “Hit in the first shot. She is… my sister!” Cutting the further thoughts, he replied aloud.
“Nice to meet you… I’m Glemt from Bear Mountain.” Said dog and with long-taught habit, lowered his ear and bended down his head, expressing friendly intentions. Saba could knew many about wolves ways, but town thinking was much stronger in her. She took it gesture as something completely different and raised her front-right paw. A bit confused Glemt was ready for everything, so he improvised – licked her paw with gentle lick, hoping he just performed some commonly accepted action, not offending bitch.
“So Glemt…” said Saba, a bit confused too. But suddenly she reacted on his address. “Bear Mountain? That’s near of my sister’s territories!”
“Those are no one’s land. Aleu just claimed it as the strongest.” Wanted to reply husky, but he repressed his mouth in last moment. Then he thought it was dangerous to tell anything more about him. “They could know more than I expect.” He said aloud. “It’s a small world after all.”
“So, what brought you here?” asked Saba. Glemt was thinking for about second, but decided to play his dangerous game further.
“Your father.” Said quickly, then faked he regret those words. “I mean… I was a wild dog for many years… And I never tasted a life among humans. I was raised by wolves, but I’m domestic one because of my blood. I need to taste the life in town… And I wish to start it where is the famous Balto, hero of Alaska.”
“Ow, cut it.” Replied Saba, however she was glad husky was flattering her parent. It meant – at least she thought that – stranger was somehow interested also with her. “My father is really a modest guy. I bet he would feel a bit embarrassed, hearing that.”
“I won’t repeat it.” Said dog. “I just want to see him.”
“That’s not a problem.” Smiled Saba. “By the way – do you have a place to sleep? And something to eat?” He shook his head. “As I thought. For a moment I could take you to Tycha and Tim. They live in old keep of my father, so they will surely host you.”
Glemt was no longer listening, just thinking quickly about his new situation. He had to have a plan. Coming to the town he didn’t think over most of details. Just to get there and confront Balto. But that could be much more complicated that seemed initially.
“Thank you, Saba.” Said when she finish her speech and followed her in shore direction.
*
“Are you jealous?” asked Tro with a playful voice.
“It isn’t funny.” Snorted Elske. “He is there now, out of our range. And answering your question: not at all. Do you think he could…”
“No, I’m sorry.” Replied alpha. “Just a poor joke. But don’t worry, he will be all right.”
“That’s not all he is all right.” Said scarred wolfess. “He also had to challenge his past, to return to us.” Not waiting for friend’s answer she stood up and commanded to pack. “We are returning to forest on night. Night guard as usual.” Maybe Tro was an alpha and Glemt’s sister, but Elske was his mate. It’s nothing strange she felt personally responsible for operation.
*
Special Team organised by Aleu was containing four scouts of Lightning’s Intelligence and Reconnaissance Unit, ten best warriors chosen by Shadow, and alpha herself. The last element of group was Lightning, guiding his charges and his leader. He was furious.
It was something completely different to organise a one-time expedition in Nome Area, to clear Uniea partisans. They could encounter one or two shattered units of enemy, tired of war and sick of defeat. But going there with alpha herself changed whole operation into… something nasty. They were strong, well trained and deadly, but also were a giant beacon, calling all enemies of clan with tempting offer: track us! Attack us! We have Aleu of Talbourne Clan, protected just by dozen of guards and one of her closest advisors. Kill us and decapitate the clan.
“We should stay here for a night.” Said Lightning, with limited hope that alpha would listen to him.
“Come on, I could go still.” She replied. “We are over ten miles from Nome…”
“And that why we should spend a night here.” Said Lightning. “I know that you love that town, but we are wolves after all. There are many hunters in area who will be shot us down if we close to human seats.”
“Are you sure?” asked Aleu.
He wanted to confirmed, but in the same moment his nose was struck by a new scent. Group of wolves. From ten to fifteen, unfamiliar to him. Not any renegade Uniea he knew. Not any pack that Talbourne was in alliance with. Some unexpected factor. But he didn’t tell about it to his leader. “To less information to judge.” He thought.
“I am.” He replied. “Let’s rest, there is almost a dusk.” Seeing that Aleu is still un certain, added. “Come one, one night won’t change too much. Tomorrow we will check how is your father going.”

Good chapter. Rather interesting that the Beech pack would follow to make sure Glemt's alright. Now that he's in Nome and has met Saba his 'sister' his meeting with Balto should be interesting. Aleu and the Talbourne seems to be readjusting to being home but now the she-Alpha is going to Nome where a husky has come thinking he's the son of the wolf-dog. I sense a coming conflict.

So now We will see how Glemt fits to Nome… or how he doesn’t.
And how he fits to his <family>, or how…

Ps.
Wave your paws to all well-know Tony’s characters! <lol2>