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Zeth, a decendant of Balto's a long way down the line. The story is set in present-day. Nome's still fluttering with people who make a daily living, and animals who go on day by day living the good life. Zeth was one of them, innocent, loving, friendly. He had connections and was known by everyone, but when a pack of wolves gets dangerously close to the city, the humans begin to worry. Most of them hope that they will pass. But little do they know, these aren't normal wolves, and now it's up for Zeth and his friends to clarify this myth.

Name: Zeth
Age: 2 and a half
Breed: Husky/very slight wolf
Looks: A light blue tint with heavy silver eyes. He has a small black marking on his chin, somewhat like a goatee.

Nice. You're in. =3

(Enters two)

Name: Denca
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Breed: Pure husky
History: Long down decendent of Steele. Been in Nome her whole life, became a sled dog even though it isn't used much anymore, and became best friends with Zeth.
Personality: With anyone other then Zeth she is just like ansestor Steele, and even sometimes with Zeth too. She's hot headed, devoted, stubburn, loyal to her friends, entergetic, quick to anger, hard to calm down, loving to some, has a sharp toungue, sarcastic, ect.
Fur colour: Black and silver
Eye colour: Ice blue
Pic: --and below--
Siblings: None unless people want to be
Crush: Zeth
Mate: None yet
Pups: None yet

Name: Storm
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Breed: Grey wolf/ slight husky
History: Was ran out of his pack because of his increasing cockyness and trying to frequently over take their leader. Loner for a year or more. Came across the Moonlight pack and he fell for the alpha female. He's still a fire ball but has calmed down a lot.
Personality: Loyal to his leader, strong willed, devoted, entergetic, quick to act, sharp toungue, loves trouble- but not when it causes trouble for his leader, faithful, a fighter, stubburn, free spirited, ect.
Fur colour: White and silver, tiny bit of black
Eye colour: Dark topaz gold
Pic:
Clan: Moonlight clan
Siblings: None, unless people want to be
Crush: Twilight
Mate: None yet
Pups: None yet

Shweet. I think I'mma take one more, then we'll start.

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Mkay, so I'm tired of waiting. We're starting, kay?

alright

His silver, almost pale white eyes looked on at the sea, reflecting the sun in all of it's brilliance. A stern look on his face, he breathed in, taking the sweet smell of the salty water into his nostrills. Refreshing. The sand beneath his paws spread out slowly, tiny grains of sand wedging themselves in between his toes. Rolling his neck, Zeth ran out into the water, diving in muzzle-first, the cool splash refreshing his body. Even though they were in Alaska, he had those days that he just had to be in the water. Not because he was hot, but because of the stress that was built up in daily life. People, places, things. All of it sometimes seemed as if it was crushing his spine. Then he would go home smelling like wet dog and probably have to endure a night out in the cold. But it was worth it. This way, he could go and run with those he longed to be. The wolves.

Dwelling beneath the waves for a moment, he drifted in silence, letting the waves pull him in. Air was growing slim. He popped his head out of the water, lapping at his nose, tasting the salt that the water fostered within it's natural essence. Opening his eyes slowly as his paws touched the sand once more, he looked about, fur drenched and hanging in his eyes slightly. It made everything seem a little more distant than it actually was. He panted, a smile lacing itself to his face as he collapsed into the sand, rolling onto his back and heaving large breaths into the icy air. "Heh." he sighed out, blowing air out of his muzzle so his heavy wet fur moved from his eyes. "Woof." he mocked himself, looking up at the purple-pink sky that surrounded the town. The place always became beautiful around sunset, it was a symbol of the land. Romantic, some might even say.