Vengeance is mine (I will replay)

Part III. – Avenging Angel

0. Prologue

Night, wind, frost, death.

No way back.

Kodi was terrible aware that they had no chance to get alive from there. And what was even worse, he knew that it was his fault. He doomed his owner, sled team and beloved Dusty. He, lead dog, guide of sled. Son of great Balto turned out to be loser and somehow killer. “My pride killed us.” He sobbed in mind. He was still walking ahead, but he saw no road on front of him. “I wanted to be as father… and I failed. But we all will pay for my stupidity.”

He heard a muffled yell behind him. Muffled because of wind, he was almost sure that Dusty cried aloud. Yes, that was his girlfriend who fell down as a first. It wasn’t her fault, she got just badluck to step on frozen crack. Kodi stopped.

“Go!” called Peter Kinrs. “Mush!” and he waved his whip.

“Stop!” barked Ralph. “She won’t make it.”

“Mush, dammit!” yelled musher and hit Bart, who was marching in last row.

“Don’t leave me here.” Whispered Dusty.

Kodi just took out his harness and went to bitch. Human was still shouting and hitting with his whip, but then he understood that he had no chance to force his dogs to impossible. No one could pull the heavy sled up hill on iced ground. Wind wiped snow from path and cleared the surface of ice. They were lost and stuck in place. And they had to run, before some avalanche would bury them. But with crippled Dusty (then Kodi noticed that her paw was twisted) they just couldn’t make it.

“No we won’t.” assured Kodi. “We will die here.” Added in mind. She smiled and whispered.

“I know. I love you and I’m sure that…”

The further sentence was muffled by sound of crumbling snow. Sudden wave of avalanche came from uphill and deluged sled and dogs. No one managed even to fell any fear or pain. The white death was faster.

When day came on slope of Yu mountain was just a giant pulp of fresh snow. Sun was shining on icy tomb of Peter Kinrs’s sled.

*

Of course dogs couldn’t enter the post office, but almost every Nomers was waiting for news from Morse. But Jenna just couldn’t stand that waiting. She crouched down and started to crawl under building. Balto followed her and finally they both reached floor under the main room of post office.

They didn’t know the Morse code well, however the message was so clear that translator wasn’t necessary. Because – due to that terrible storm - telegraph cables to Buckland were damaged, all messages from Galena were going via Ungalik. It caused serious late of every signal, making the waiting longer and more painful. The strings of nerves of both Jenna and Balto were stretched to maximum. But then came the message again. Again, so both dogs understood its meaning.

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Jenna was too tired to cry. She just cuddled her muzzle in Balto’s side.

I.I. Golden Collar

Look, I am sending an angel to precede you, to guard you as you go and bring you to the place that I have prepared.
Revere him and obey what he says. Do not defy him: he will not forgive any wrong-doing on your part, for my name is in him.
Exodus 23:20

I theory all was already clear, however Berenice didn’t think like that.

Because if she thought she had already won, that would be the main reason of her failure. So she was approaching to the new enemy with carefulness, giving her best. And Garry from Anchorage deserved to give one’s best against him. German shepherd wasn’t as big dog as some mackenzies of malamutes, but he was extremely fast and agile – the same as Berenice. So that was highly technical duel, one of the most attractive in season of 1927/28.

The ring – as always – was covered in twilight, only a point light was shining on its centre. Black-and-white malamute and black-sandy shepherd were slowly making circles around themselves. Human faces she barely visible in darkness, not to disturb fighting dogs. Garry’s owner was Jarrik White Claw from outskirts of Anchorage, trapper, musher and dog breeder. He came to Nome with his finest dogs, swayed by fame of Martin Eden’s team. Berenice’s status was special. In theory she was a dog of Martine Eden, however Gunnar Kaasen claimed her was his. Norwegian was the one who found her and Steele that night two years earlier, took them home, cured their injuries and then gave Berenice back to Eden. However he made some conditions.

Trapper instantly recognised Steele and took his as own, without any question or rebuke. Some says that there is no more constant love than dog’s towards his humans, but sometime the equal emotion was feeling by human towards dog. Kaasen just enjoyed return of lost ward and even part of his likeness put on Berenice. So he claimed that he saved both dogs (it wasn’t fully true, but Gunnar could think that) and their lives were his. So he allowed Eden to take Berenice on dogfights – under condition that she was doing it willingly (she was) – and made Eden promise that he would never force her to fighting, especially if she became pregnant. He also wanted all pups of Steele and her. Those were hard conditions, but Martin agreed. So new family – lame dog and master warrioress of Nome were living between Norwegian’s house and breeder’s farm.

But enough of that – let’s back to the duel. While we were recalling recent history, both warriors were still waiting to make their move. Still surrounding themselves, just carefully looking on each other’s. Berenice made a first attack – she jumped with short jump, too near to endanger enemy, however she surprised him and made him to shun. When shepherd dodged aside, she pounced once again that time directly on adversary. She hit him and both dogs fell on the ground. They rolled aside, snapping theirs jaws in search for enemy’s throat. It was done with unbelievable speed so cheerers were calling and shouting actually not seeing the whole action. Canines got to the wooden wall of ring, however Garry was more fortunate – Berenice his the boards with her head what cost her a moment of distraction. Shepherd grabbed her neck and pulled hard, so just standing up malamute fell again, this time under Garry. Seeing she is in grave danger, Berenice cowed her paws and in sudden move she pushed enemy with legs. Dog was threw away about two metres, barking with both anger and admire.

“That was close.” Thought she-malamute. “Thank God he was too slow. I have to win that one. For Steele.”

Funny, but she was repeating that on every fight since almost three years. And she almost every time won. Of course, each time she was sure that fight was crucial, special and the one and Steele was looking on her, expecting her triumph. She was right because Steele was actually watching every her fight for past two years, however malamute in fact didn’t care if she win or loose. Instead he was all the time praying that no accident happen.

Dog was watching his mate standing up and jumping aside with narrowed eyes. His lips were shut and clenched with emotion, he was watching on every move of Berenice. When she attacked once again and hit shepherd hard, however failed to overturn him, he sighed with fear. She-malamute’s front-left paw was grabbed and Barry pulled. She jumped up not to fell and surprisingly bounced from ground and landed on shepherd back. Dog pulled her paw once again to threw her down. Berenice actually fell, but going down she hit with paws the head of enemy. Confused shepherd let his grab loose and she rolled aside, freed. Then she-malamute stood up and not waiting for adversary to regain his orientation, pounced once again. She hit him with all his mass and pushed on wall, of ring. Already confused dog hit with head in boards again. He didn’t lose his awareness, but a moment of half-stun was plenty time for malamute. She pressed him to wall, grabbed his neck and overturned to the ground. Barry barked with weak voice, to announce his surrender.

Auditory burst with applause. Those shouts wasn’t very loud, due to small number of watchers, but almost had stunned she-malamute. She loved that moment after the fight, when all gathered humans were confirming her victory. She was listening also to Steele’s call. Dog howled, but in that sound was more of relief than triumph. But that was the moment. Berenice felt a bolt of delight.

But just after few seconds that wave ceased. She-malamute ran to lying shepherd and bended down to him.

“Are you all right?” she asked with genuine concern.

“Yes…” panted shepherd. “Do not make a scene…” He tried to stand up, but he hobbled and sit down again.

“Let me help you…” she whispered and grabbed with teethes his neck. Dog growled, probably ashamed by acting of female. But when she lifted him up, he ceased his angry barking. When adrenaline dropped, he understood that she was really trying to help him.

They both stared to auditory, directly to Steele. Humans cheerers were calling with delight.

Steele steeped to his mate and hugged her in impulse of need. It was always like that, when after every fight malamute didn’t believed his eyes and had to check with other senses if Berenice was intact.

“God!” gasped malamute. “Again, you did it.” Most likely he wasn’t thinking about her victory but just that she was uninjured.

“I guess I won’t have a kiss, so I’m going to the kennel.” Snorted still confused Garry.

“No, wait! Please.” Asked Berenice and turned to shepherd. “I’m so sorry…”

“In ring you didn’t seem to…” murmured dog, but then he burst with laughter. “I know, I know… I had to be that way. I’m not huffed.” Then he added with whisper to her ear. “But it was a badluck. I should have knock you down then.” She well knew that moment he was mentioning about, when she had hit in boards of wall and actually survived due to luck. So she nodded her head.

“But you don’t have to say about it to Steele.” she replied. And shepherd laughed once again.

“Sure thing.” He agreed. “Well, baby, I took no offence, because it was a good match. I’m going back to my owner, but I hope to see you around.”  Berenenice and Steele nodded and dog turned away and walked with a bit uncertain steps towards his owner. But then he stopped and looked again on Berenice. “Nice going. I’m sure after that season you will go to Anchorage. You deserved for it.”

“Could we go home?” asked malamute.

“Yeah, as you wish, my dear.” She replied.

When fight-heat was over, Berenice turned from aggressive and decisive to be perfectly humble obedient. It was a shocking duality of her character when he showed a steel will towards her adversaries and almost everyone else, but she was gladly subdued to every word of Steele. I guess that no one could be a master and ruler all the time and had to have a fragment of his live where he is trusting and following someone else.

So they went out from refinery, where tournament was going on into January night and turned to Gunnar’s house. In way back, they were talking about some common matter but heavy subject was floating in the air. Finally Steele didn’t resisted and asked bluntly.

“How long it will take?”

“What, my dear?”

“Your fighting.” Said Steele with serious voice. “How long you are going to do that.”

“As long as you allow me.” She replied with humble voice.

“Ow, stop it!” snorted dog. “You know I can’t forbid you that. I see that is your life and I want that you leave it by your own will. But understand it! I’m dying every time I see you on the ground, under some killer with bared teethes. Look at that Garry. He seems to be nice guy… and he was in fact close to kill you!”

“No, he surely didn’t want…”

“Of course he didn’t want, but there are accidents and you are not invincible. I bet you think you are immortal, but almost every one thinks that, until he or she dies!” Berenice turned her eyes to the ground. “Is the only way I have you on my side, safe is that someone cripple you on ring?” Former leader almost shouted. Instinctively she-malamute looked on lamed paw of Steele and narrowed her eyes. “I’m sorry to say that, but sometimes I wish that you get hurt, because that would stop you from fighting and you would surely won’t be killed.” She sobbed with growing cry. Steele was silent for a while and added with softer voice. “I’m sorry. I just… I’m really proud of you and your achievements. But I’m afraid that some day you would pay for it.”

“I’m doing it to show you, who I am.” She sobbed. “I want you to see I’m the best for you.”

“Well.” Murmured Steele with confusion. “I’m extremely proud of it… But few more such evening and you made my fur hoary. Would you imagine how would I look with hoary coat?” finished with playful voice, however that joke wasn’t the best. “Just…” They reached the Kaasen’s kennel, Steele let Berenice to enter as a first. “Have you ever thought about pups?” She stopped in doorstep as frozen. “Just asking if…”

“Do you want it, Steele?” she asked with breaking voice.

“I want what you want, but if you…”

“That mean <yes>?”

“Yes.”

She entered the shed and laid down on their bedding and looked on coming Steele. “Are you sure?” He nodded his head and laid down next to her. “So I guess you got me.” She answered with uncertain voice. “In that case my career has to be postpone a little. However, I think I will be rewarded for that.”

“I hoped you make a right decision.” Smiled Steele with relief. He closed his eyes and put his head on her side. They were silent for a while, then Berenice asked with shyly voice.

“My dear… if we made a decision… why don’t we… well… get started?”

Steele burst in laughter, and reached to her muzzle to lick her cheek.

“As you wish, my love…”

*

As some of you maybe already noticed, there were no other Nome dogs on fight of League. Almost all local community was more concerned with presumed tragedy on route to Galena. Five days earlier a sled of Peter Kinrs set off on Easter Route. The leader of team was Kodi, son of famous Batlo. Both musher and dog leader were young and ambitious ones, avid to break own limits. Cher and Saba heard their brother as he said he was going to do nearest journey via Eagle Pass, but they didn’t believed him. It was stupid – no one rode that way in middle of winter, that was a suicide. But after anxious ask to Galena and grave reply that sled didn’t reach the town, more and more dogs understood that Kodi’s pack could had actually dared for that stupidity. And more and more dogs of Nome were sure that whole team was lost.

It wasn’t that Steele was totally immune for others problems. But he and Berenice were living on the edge of community. Strange pact that Jenna had forced on him two years earlier was working but caused than two Gunnar Kaasen’s dogs were rarely interested in life of town. Around Steele there was still a wall of mistrust but Berenice didn’t care about that. Her mate was enough for her instead of rest of the town. So they were living in brink of society – hated Steele and secretly admired by many Berenice. They didn’t considered themselves as Nomers, just dogs accidentally living there. And in fact they were travelling much. Martin Eden was taking often both her and him (being sure that cheering of mate helps Berenice) to other towns of DFL’s matches. Because of wound on his paw Steele was no longer puller, but a passenger on sled, what always seemed funny for him. But enough of that: I have just to say that crisis of whole town came to our heroes a bit later.

“My dear… what is happening?” asked Berenice with sleepy voice. Steele was looking from window on gathering in front of post office.

“Just stay here. I will check that.” He replied, jumped down to his mate and licked her cheek. After last night they both were exhausted, however he started to act so protectively as she was already in advanced pregnancy.

So malamute exited a shed and walked into post office direction. He was steeping slowly and carefully because on so frosty mornings as that one his paws was aching hard. Often in that time he was thinking about Star, who had done him that, but he was thinking without anger. In fact Star was the dog who behaved the best from locals – he was even sometimes speaking with Steele, greeted with while they meet and generally was the exception from common social boycott of malamute. And to Star called Steele to get know what happened.

“Hi, pal. What the heck means that?”

“You didn’t hear?” asked dog with tensed voice. He was nervous and scared. His eyes, always mad a bit (as Steele thought) were even more absent that morning. “They are lost!”

“Who?” surprised malamute. They where standing about ten metres behind crowd of dogs and star replied him quietly, as if he didn’t want other to hear he was speaking with Steele.

“Master Kerig’s sled. With Maya aboard.” Maya was Star’s niece and Steele felt a genuine sympathy towards old friend.

“Where?” he asked.

“On Eastern Route, but…” said star with breaking voice. “They took a way through Eagle Pass!” almost shouted. “Now, in January! God, that storm buried them!”

“Easy…” hushed him Steele. “That is close to Buckland. I’m sure that they launched an expedition…”

“No!” cried Star. “The Bucklands telegraph cable is broken. We haven’t called the Buckland.”
”Ow, that’s a problem.” Thought Steele and added aloud. “And that plane? Human called Duke came here two weeks ago with plane. He could…”

“They said he won’t.” whispered Star. “Another blizzard is coming.”

“But I see master Gunnar is preparing a sled…” noticed Steele. “So he could…”

“To Eagle Pass?” asked Star rhetorically. “Who would reach it in winter?”

“You once did.” Recalled Steele.

“Because you were leading.”

“So I guess I have some advantages apart of being pupeater.” Smiled malamute but then he froze his smile and added. “I’m really sorry, friend. But… but for now you can do nothing.”

Former leader turned away and started to walk home. He understood few things. Initially that town lost its best pullers. Apart of Maya, in team were Dusty, Kirby, Kodi, Bart and some youngsters Steele can’t recall. The current first league of pullers. Master Gunnar was preparing the rescue missions with some second hand old heroes, Steele wouldn’t be surprised if Star, Kaltag and Nikki were included. But there was a second thing. Kodi was there. A son of Balto. Steele felt a bit embarrassed that he sensed something like satisfaction about it. “No, it’s really nasty. That boy had nothing to do with past of his father… But I just can’t resist…”

“What happened?” asked Berenice, when he entered shed. In few words he repeated heard story.

“Too bad.” Said she. “It’s very unfortunate… however maybe it’s have to be that way. Some life ceases… some other is about to sprout.” She smiled and asked with stare Steele to sat down to her. “I already felt I’m pregnant. Soon we will be parents.” He didn’t replied, just kissed her. But in the same moment they heard a knocking on door.

Actually it wasn’t knocking but just few hits with muzzle in hatch of doors. They both answered instinctively: <Come in!> however they were seriously surprised that someone was visiting them. But their maze grew even more when to the room entered Balto.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you…” said wolfdog with shaking and weary voice. “But may I talk with Steele?”

“What I’ve done to be punished with your presence?” malamute greeted him warmly. Balto stopped in place, half being outside. Steele suddenly felt that whatever he was thinking about hybrid, mocking at his as a guest wasn’t the best thing to do. So he add. “Well, it doesn’t matter. Step in.” Dog came closer. “Do you want to talk on side?”

“If you would be so kind.” Said Batlo and malamute was barely believing that those words are sounding in his rival’s mouth.

“All, right, I’ll go on walk.” Said Berenice, carefully looking on her mate. Steele nodded his head. “I’ll be in half an hour.” She exited the shed and Steele pointed Balto a place in front of him. Hybrid came there, however he didn’t sit.

“Please, don’t enrage me, because I really don’t want to be rude for you today.” Said former leader. “What do you want?”

“You heard about sled…” started Balto. “Kodi is there.”

“Not only Kodi.” Noticed Steele. "Seven of Nome most gifted pullers are there. You want to hear that I’m sorry? Well, I am, but not for you, but for others dogs and their families. Hell… for Kodi too, after all he is son of Jenna… But you are the last person on this world I could sympathy with.”

“I do not ask for sympathy.” Murmured hybrid. “I ask you for help.” Steele gasped with amazement. “Yes, I came here to ask you, if you could lead the rescue team.”

“Are you nuts?” called malamute with amusement. “I’m a cripple now, thanks to your friends and sidekicks. I’m still far better puller that you, but it just couldn’t be taken as a compliment in any way.”

“Steele, please, listen to me.” Said Balto with breaking voice. “Just let me say it… You may believe or not, but I’m really sorry about that what happened three years ago. If I could replay that I would have tried to play it… in smother way, for both us to… act properly.”

“You depose me from lead on the route.” Growled Steele. “That is against the First Rule of the Sled Code!”

“I’m sorry!” yelled wolfdog. “I’m really sorry.”

“You have been reconsidering you acting for a long time.” Murmured malamute. “Why it took almost three years to your conscience?” Balto turned down his stare. “I don’t believe you. You just want to use me, saying that. You can’t regret that, because that event made you whom you are today. A hero. A hero instead of me.”

“Steele! Help me!” almost sobbed wofldog.

“Why?” asked former leader.

“I know how it was. Star and Nikki told me. Only you had made it. You were the leader that three times when master Kassen crossed the Eagle Pass. Star don’t remember the way, anyone else the same. But you… You made it even in such a blizzard.”

“Please, remind me, when that was?” asked Steele with poisonous voice.

“January, 1925.” Said Balto with breaking voice. “You carried the serum thought the most dangerous part of way.”

“Wow! Who would though that!” laughed former leader. “I? The coward and traitor? That a very dangerous thought, Balto. It allows to see some events in completely different perspective. Unfortunately, no one would know the truth.”

“I will tell them.” Assured Balto. “I will tell them what you did. That… actually you brought that medicine.”

“But for a prize…” murmured dog. “I mean your confession. You would tell it, because you hope that by flattering me you make me to lead that expedition. Aren’t you?”

“But I…”

“Go away, Balto.” Snorted Steele. “I used with being monster and I like that. And forced truth is somehow a lie. So hear me – I won’t even move an inch to save your son. Even if I was healthy, I wouldn’t have wanted to.” Balto lowered his ears. “So go away, mutt, and still be a hero. Remember, that coward and traitor just can’t be a saviour. It’s just improper.”

“I… really sorry, Steele.” said wolfdog and exited the shed.

Strange, but Balto was true. It took him few years to notice that, but he understood that his acting in mountains three years earlier was so far from heroic fame as Steele’s one from his black legend. He understood a wounded pride of malamute. Of dog he once had been admiring for his strength and courage… and some of that admire stayed. “I doomed Steele because of my pride… And I doomed Kodi because of my pride! I made him to go through the Eagle Pass. He wanted to be like me!” He closed his eyes and two tears fell on the snow. It was too late to mend those errors. But he still could prevent some future falls.

“Dogs of Nome!” called wolfdog to gathered crown in front of post office. “I wish to say something…” All eyes turned to him with curiosity. “I want to correct some myths that arose around past of our town, especially one of its greatest citizens.” Steele stood up and ran outside with amazement of his face. He had no idea what Balto was up to, but he decided to be ready to react on it. “Dogs of Nome… When I said you story about serum run I missed an important chapter of that tale. Those who were there could witness my words. Star, Kaltag and others.”

Steele smiled with understanding. So Balto wanted to mock him even more, just to have a revenge on him. But it didn’t matter, Steele didn’t care about fame in town. He was just curious about that.

“Before the story you all know took place another chapter of tale was written. It was a chapter about bravery and mastery. About long forgotten glory.” Star looked on his chief with confusion. “Because before I took a lead I team… I did it against the laws of pullers, however I believe I had no other way… Before I did it, the team made the most dangerous part of journey. Those heroes were actually saviours on Nome, greater than I, who came just take their glory. Those dogs are here, respected among us, maybe not as respected as they should, but we know about them. But one of those heroes is now forgotten and neglected. It’s shame on us.”

Steele’s jaw dropped almost to the ground. In the same time he was nudged in side by Berenice who just had come there. She asked.

“What’s going on? Is he making fun on you?” she bared her fangs with angry bark.

“Worse!” gasped Steele. “He is going to say the truth!”

“The route from White Fort to outskirts of Buckland, including the hardest way in Eagle Pass was lead by leader Steele of Nome, son of Sharp and Lepmi.”

“No s**t!” murmured Steele, not knowing if that was sign of amazement or irony.

Dogs around were shocked in similar degree and most of them instantly looked on malamute with question in their eyes.

“Drop it, Balto!” called former leader. “As I said: I won’t go there!”

“He want you to lead the rescue team?” Asked Berenice. “He is even more cheeky than I thought!”

“What the heck…” murmured confused Star. Some others dogs murmured with surprised voices.

“You said.” Agreed Balto. “I know it, but I still have to do that: say how it actually was. Star, Kaltag, Nikki. Witness to me. Steele was your leader on Eagle Pass, right.”

“Well, he was.” Said confused Nikki as he just had discovered that simple truth.

“He was even leading you longer than I.” Added Balto.

“Yes, we could say so.” Agreed Kaltag.

“Do with that knowledge whatever you want.” Said wolfdog to the crowd. “But I think you should thank Steele.” He stopped for while, then called with breaking voice. “I’m sorry, Steele. I regret I depose you from the lead.”

Answering on inquiring stare of Berenice, malamute said quickly. “I’m not so amazed by that, because I don’t fully believe in that.”

“But it’s true.” She replied. “You are hero.” Then she added instantly. “Of course it doesn’t matter. I loved you all the time, not knowing about that. However, I suspected…”

Dogs of Nome were looking with silent amaze on Steele and Berenice coming back to Kaasen’s shed. When they finally escaped those stares, Steele whispered to ear of his mate.

“I know I’m idiot… I know you should be mad on me… But I have to go.”

“Where?” she panted.

“To the Eagle Pass. I’m afraid they are right. No one would reach it, only master Gunnar having me on lead.”

“But you said…”

“I acted as a last hypocrite, making you leave the league and deciding to back to pulling in the same time. But I guess… I’m a hypocrite.”

“You are…” she said with breaking voice. “You are the best sled leader in Alaska. I understand that you have to… You are the best and it’s you nature. Just as me and my fights… But You have to promise me, you will back. You have to be back.”

“For the very first time in my life I have a home to return.” He smiled.

“And tell my me one thing more.” She asked. “You are helping Balto. Why?”

“I say I won’t move an inch to help Balto’s son.” He said. “However I said nothing about helping Jenna’s son.”

I.II. Waiting till the end

<Eagle Pass; 29^th January 1928; Third day under the avalanche>

They were finally together, at least those who made it.

All dogs, driven by deepest instincts, managed to dig to the sled. When Kodi heard first sign of life of other dog, he burst in tears. However he was taught to save every joule of energy and every litre of air. He ordered surviving compactions to slowly dog in sled direction, trying not to tire themselves. And on third day of imprisonment they all were at the side of unconscious Peter Kinrs. Human was wounded, however in not so terrible condition. Not all had those luck.

“Kodi…” whispered Maya with tear in her eyes. “Bart is down… he is dead, I saw his cold body.”

“Stay calm.” Replied leader, feeling a terrible burning in his throat. So he killed his friend. “You couldn’t prevent it.” Added. “But I could.” He thought.

“Dusty is wounded and unconsciousness, however her pulse is still. Rest is in moderate condition.”

“Good, that’s good.” Sighed Kodi. “Take Dusty closer to the human. And let’s lay round him. We must save warmth and oxygen.”

“Do you think they will search for us?” asked Maya.

“I’m absolutely sure of that.” Lied Balto’s son.

II.I. Where Eagles Dare

Though you mount on high as the eagle, and though your nest is set among the stars, I will bring you down from there, says Yahweh.
Obadiah 1:4

When decision had been made, it took a little time to prepare the expedition. About midday team was almost ready to go. Steele just ate some in home then simply joined the group of dogs waiting to be harnessed. When Gunnar Kaasen notice that, came closer to pet his favourite.

“No Steele, you are retired.” Said, stroking malamute. “Your leg would definitely wouldn’t help you.” Dog looked on his owner with piercing and whole-speaking stare. “But on the other hand… ow, hell! You are the only one here who actually know the Eagle Pass. But it’s hard journey, in your age and in your condition… Will you make it?” Steele barked with decisive bark. “Well… so it will be like in old times.” Smiled human and led him to front harness.

“Boss!” amazed Star. “Are you coming with them?” Husky wasn’t allowed to participate, although he wanted that from all his might. But he was rather small puller, yet not in his prime. However it somehow touched him that Steele – older and laming was taken to the team.

“As you see.” Replied malamute with unexpected gentle voice. “I have to show them patch through the Eagle Pass. You know… since our team is gone, no one was there in winter.”

“I don’t know why they don’t let me…” started Star, but suddenly he stopped and looked on malamute with humble plead in his eyes. “Will you find them?”

“I can assure if I wasn’t sure of that, I wouldn’t interfere in that. It’s all will be all right.” Star nodded his head and went to other pullers.

Meanwhile both Berenice and Jenna came closer to sled, looking on preparation. In fact round team gathered a serious crowd, however those two were standing closer, following every move of human and dog team.

“Balto, come aside.” Ordered Berenice and wolfdog followed instantly. So malamute stayed with Jenna. She was looking on old adorer for longer while without a word.

“What?” asked Steele, gently smiling. “Did I something wrong even now?”

“No, Steele.” she sighed. “I’m very grateful you are going with them, but… tell me why?”
”For you.” Smiled malamute.

“I don’t think so.” Replied Jenna and her muzzle shaded with anxiety. “Tell me why you really want to go.”

“As you heard: for you.” Repeated dog. “I would give no heck about death of Balto son. However your child is… a bit different cause.”

“Remember! You promised never to kill him!” almost growled husky and Steele burst with laughter.

“O, my God! Do you think I plan to assassinate him during that trip? I confess I have a baroque style, but running over hundred miles to find better scene to my revenge somehow exceeds my aesthetic needs.”

“I’m serious, Steele!” she gasped. “Don’t do that!”

“You are very intelligent, but somehow you not so smart. Can’t you believe that I’m really doing it, because I loved you?” She shook her head, like she wanted to dispel those words.

“You did?” he nodded. “And… now?”

“I successfully passed it.” Replied malamute. “However I hade some promises… and I’m damn good in keeping promises… One of them was I would never let you cry. So I’m trying to do my best to help it.” She had actually tears in her eyes, but when Steele said that, she raised her muzzle and looked in his eyes. In that moment Steele thought she was really beautiful. But it mattered not. Steele was going for his own purpose.

“Is that true, what Balto said about you?” she asked with uncertain voice.

“True, however it doesn’t matter.” Replied malamute. “The point is what you are thinking and how despise me. You could ignore it.”

Then returned Berenice and Balto. Wolfdog had a nervous expression, eyes of she-malamute were almost sparking with anger, however she instantly appeased when saw Steele. She came to her mate and once again she licked his cheek.

“Return quickly.” She whispered. “As the fastest leader on Alaska should.”

Then came Gunnar Kaasen to check the harnesses. They set off few minutes later.

*

To dusk they made about twenty miles, what was – due to weather conditions – extremely good result. It was quite warm (as January), wind was weak but thick layer of snow after blizzard three days earlier was turning the way into real challenge. And Steele was on lead. He even asked himself that the heck for? He had been picked for a guide on the last fragment of way and there was no need to tire him before that. But he was happy that master Gunnar let him run as a first.

It was unbelievable how delightful could be burden of leader. His paws was aching, he felt cold, however he was sure those minor problems would disappeared in run. He was caressed by gentle warmth of working muscles (and felt cold on paws in the same time, but it didn’t mattered) and stroked by monotonous moves of leather belts. The way in front of him was straight and if not the absurd depth of snow-layer the route would be most pleasant think Steele could imagine. Because of heavy effort it was just pleasant.

“It’s all right, sir?” asked dog from second rank, chow-chow Jimmy.

“You see that something is wrong?” asked Steele. It wasn’t his intention but it sounded rather harshly.

“No! Not at all.” Instantly denied puller.

Malamute heard something strange in that. A tone of admire, something he had been missing for many years. Young chow-chow was really fascinated in famous leader, both scared by his mysterious history and impressed by tales about his old achievements. It was even more unusual, because next to Jimmy was running Balto in person. “But he chose me to stare at. Nice.” Thought Steele, but then he discovered that it could be cause by something else.

Saying straight – over the half of male dog population was enamoured in Berenice. Of course, it was one way attachment, because Steele could hardly imagine more constant and devoted mate than was Berenice for him. However she had admirers all over the Nome and there was a serious probability that young Jimmy was one of them. “I can understand that.” Thought malamute with poorly covered pride. “She is the most wonderful bitch on the world.”

On first stop, on band of Reme Creek, Gunnar Kaasen even didn’t bothered with real camp. He just prepared and ignited a fire, then improvised tent from sled card and his trapper’s cape. Dogs had to manage at their own, what was obvious for northern pullers. So all of them dug a hole in the snow, surrounding the campfire.

When Steele finished making his lair (“God, what a fun one could has even with such a simple task?” he thought), he discovered that his hiding is placed next to Balto’s. He clenched his jaws, pretending that he didn’t care, however that somehow disturbed his excellent mood on that evening. Maybe even better – frankly speaking moods of team were grave-like, because almost every one had a relative or friend in lost team. The fate of Kodi, son of town hero Balto was also concerning everyone. On that company Steele seemed very airy – he was going for no kin, just to… well, no one actually knew why he was going, however team was glad he was around. Star, Kaltag, Nikki and others veterans from times of serum run confirmed that simple truth – Steele was only guide capable to lead in Eagle Pass.

“Steele?” asked Balto from his den nearby. “Are you sleeping?”

“I think that question asked so loud is highly rhetoric.” Snorted malamute. “What now?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you… but you know that area. Do you think… they have a chance.”

“Ehhh… Have you ever seen the Yukon Range?” asked leader.

“It was long time ago.” Replied Balto. “In fact I was born there.”

Some bell sounded in Steele’s mind, however dog ignored it. Just he didn’t associate some facts about Balto, that he had already known. He just answered.

“A nasty place. So nasty, that I’m really surprised that your son led his team there.” He paused, took a deep breath and continued with hidden satisfaction. “But I guess he wanted to as father… or better than father. You have never passed the Yu.”

“Once, with father.” Said hybrid. “When we lost and got separated from pack. But it was without sled. But you have right – I’m responsible for that accident.” Added with growing anger. “I’m guilty. Are feel satisfied?” almost shouted.

“Ow, easy…” hushed him Steele. “In fact, I like to annoy you as in old, good times, however I must assure you I have nothing against Kodi. Its your son, but it isn’t his fault.”

“That was supposed to be funny?” asked Balto.

“No, it supposed to be honest.” Replied Steele. “I hate you, rascal, however I’m ready to help anyone from your family, because… it’s just a right thing to do.”

“But if I was in that situation – would you go?”

“No way.” Murmured malamute. “But sleep now. Tomorrow we will have a hard part to do.”

*

Indeed, the next day was a hell. Weather was quite good, but with tempo that they had, even running on wide streets of Anchorage would be exhausting. And Steele was still on lead. Of course Gunnar tried to switch him with Balto (malamute growled) then with Jimmy (malamute just looked into master’s eyes with puppyish plead in stare not to do that), but it happened that old leader was still a leader.

It was bright and with no wind there, but temperature was quickly dropping. Somehow it could in the same degree the salvation or doom for survivors from lost sled. Because there was no wind and new snow it was easier to dig out from avalanche. But more of cold could faster kill the team, if no help would be on time. So expedition was doing their best to be on time. It was mainly up to Steele to make sure about that.

About midday malamute felt a terrible pain in his paw. Left, that once wounded by Star. Probably it had been hurting since long time, but just then dog stopped to ignore it. He panted to the rest of team.

“Please, stop for a while.” They obeyed. Master Kaasen instantly went to his dogs.

“I’m sorry, but someone should take a lead.” Said Steele. “I’m not sure if could maintain that speed any longer.” Saying those words cost him dear – it was admitting he wasn’t the best. At least Steele thought that initially. However he was totally wrong. Younger dogs were looking on him with amaze, but from under that was seen a admire. Suddenly malamute understood that he did what he hadn’t done three years earlier – step down. And that stepping down not always id seen as a sing of weakness. Sometimes even as a sign of victory over own pride. “Jimmy, could you?” asked leader. Chow-chow looked on Balto uncertainly, but hybrid nodded his head.

“It will be an honour, sir.” He murmured and came to first harness.

Kaasen accepted that exchange – he was taught by experience that some things should be solve among dogs. So they set off again, with full speed, as Jimmy wanted to show he was good as his predecessor.

*

Before night they made another forty miles and that meant they were further than in half a way. But remaining part was harder, because it was going up. That way Steele knew that is mush better if someone else was on lead. Malamute was needed in final part – running through the ice field just before Eagle Pass. And to do that dog had to be in perfect condition. “However I hope my help would be necessary.” He thought. “If it happened they stuck before pass and even Balto could find them, I just get angry.”

Camp was made by tent of human and circle of dogs. They dug own dens, but so close each other that they were almost one giant lair. Thanks to that some warmth was saved and shared. Steele was glad he was between Jimmy and Raynor, not neighbouring with Balto.

They soon fell asleep, too tired and cold to talk. Only malamute stayed awake a bit longer, due to pain in his paw. He just regretted that there was no Berenice around to massage his leg. “Another reason that we have to be back quick.” He smiled and once again tried to laid down comfortable. Then he fell asleep too.

*

But on next day Steele had to stand even Balto’s leadership. A blizzard started (nothing compared to elemental rage five days earlier, but hard anyway) and quickly made Jimmy snowblind. There was more and more snow and road started to go up. So wolfdog took a lead and after few hours he was changed by Raynor. Of course young dogs were exhausting fast, so then came a turn for Mike and Lucy. Gunnar wanted even put Steele again on lead, but when blizzard grew stronger he decided to make a stop for night.

That night they purposely dug one hole and filled it like bodies in mass grave (Steele scared about that association – was thought about death a sing that something was going to fail?), however it gave a warmth. Norwegian was freezing, but experienced trapper didn’t complain about that. The rest was hard, and made human and dogs maybe even more tired that on evening before. They barely stood up, fighting with enormous mass of the snow that had fallen that night.

“Eat as many as you could.” Advised Steele. “I’m not sure when exactly would be the next stop.”

“Will we get to the pass today?” asked Raynor.

“If that is necessary, we will try.” Replied Steele. “By the way…” he turned to Balto. “Use your wolfish nose and smell for them. I guess you are the best sniffer of us. Also you know the best their smell, because you have son there. I barely sense them.” Hybrid nodded his head. In fact he was so wrapped up by recent events that he forget about that action, just following the leader. However he started to smell carefully, sensing distant and weak aroma of Kodi.

“They were here.” He judged. “I think I will notice when they sidetracked… it they sidetracked.”

“Excellent!” smiled Steele. He was actually proud of good work in his team. “So finish your portions and let’s go!”

They started about eight (it because so short sleep on frost) and quickly reached their maximum speed. It was rather moderate tempo, but in way up it meant hellish effort. When they came to brink of Ice Fields, Steele barked to stop the sled.

“Ow, yes.” Nodded musher. “Now you will show us the safest way. Good luck, pal!” and he harnessed him to the front belts.

Snowfall ceased and beautiful sun appeared on the sky. But it was the worst weather to go there (maybe not as bad as full scale blizzard, but still nasty), because sunlit was quickly blinding every traveller. Somehow Kaasen was prepared for that and put on Steele his own invention – a snow-glasses, made from two piece of smoked glass, rubber seals and a string. It looked funny, however was really effective. Steele’s vision was a bit darkened, but thanks to that sun wasn’t a threat for him. Seeing leader in glasses, Balto couldn’t resist a smile.

“It’s not funny!” snorted malamute.

“I know.” Nodded hybrid. “Just… you look very professional.”

Then they entered the field. That was the most deadly part of way, even harder than the peak of pass. It was a wide and long area on slope, over five kilometres to go. It was sloping and had no clear path due to constant avalanches there. Any sidetrack from optimal way was a grave danger and a chance to step on deep crack in icemass. Those cracks were usually covered with fresh snow and extremely hard to spot. Steele somehow was able even not to see them, but predict where those would be. He was observing the ground, estimating dense of snow and angle of layer. Then he was (at least until then) able to show where dangerous places were. He was still talking to other dogs.

“Stay sharp! Walk carefully. If one of us falls, we are all doomed. This is extremely slippery and if we slide down, we will slide until we hit some crack and that is a dead end.”

“So they fell into some crack?” asked Jimmy. Steele nodded, not turning his stare from road before him. “But… how we will take them out?”

“Ask master Gunnar.” Replied Steele. “But I bet he has some idea.” Added with hope.

They made the way to the peak of pass, where field turned to rock of twin peaks. There was no more the danger of sliding down, however it became really cold due to wind blowing through the canyon. Steele was even thinking about ask for a change, but he left that idea, knowing that others were tired as well as him. “But I know that place and fell that I know where I’m going.” Then he asked aloud. “Smell?”

“Still there.” Replied Balto. “They were here.”

“So go on.” Called malamute. “The faster we go through that, the sooner will be warmer.”

On the last part of canyon wind became really hard. It was blowing in faces of expedition, making way a torture. When they reached the other side (and – unfortunately – another ice-field) Steele was so cold and confused that he sensed no smell of lost sled. He just hoped that Balto still had that matter in control.

They came to another ice-layer. On that side of range, it was covered with fresh snow, most likely after an avalanche. Steele was sure that if something had happened, it happened there. He looked on Balto – hybrid nodded.

“They left the way.”

Steele gave a signal to stop. Gunnar unharnessed the pack and dogs made a group around Steele, waiting for further instructions. Malamute was thinking for a while, then said.

“Listen to me. Master expects us to find presumable place of second team. He had ropes, spade and climbing equipment. If we find them, he will quickly take them out. But we must be sure, because we won’t stand here too long. We must hit with the first try, right?” pack nodded. “Now, the most important: be careful. Walk slowly and listen to the snow, what sounds he is making. It’s harder to single dog to break ice layer, but it still possible. We must split out, but just form three teams. Jimmy, Raynor and Lucy. In second Mike and Mitchell. I will go with Balto. You on right…” he pointed on first team. “…you on left.” Turned to second one. “We will go down. If some of you start to cave in snow, do not move, just howl for assistance. Balto, go!” he ordered and set off down.

*

Fitch died, chocked. Just he passed away in sleep, due to insufficient of oxygen. Kodi wasn’t able to grieve that, he was hardly able to understand what had happened, because hunger and high level of carbon dioxide caused first hallucinations. He was nestled to Dusty’s side, but sometimes he was sure that she was Aleu or his mother. Dusty had similar problems, or even worse, because in sleep she just had bitten him, probably thinking we was her meal. Kodi really feared that after next days of that madness, they will reconsider becoming cannibals. Of course they have the bodies of Bart and Fitch to eat as first, but then…

“Kodi!” panted Ralph. “Did you hear that?”

“Ee…” replied Kodi, not sure what to say.

“A help!” yelled Kirby. “They are digging!”

Indeed – the snow roof above them was hit by spade. Because of warmth of bodies, the snow malted and froze again, making a solid layer. But that wall was cracked and to cave came a fresh air. All dogs howled, even not to show their presence, but just because of relief.

“They’re alive!” barked some voice from up. “Who’ll come there?”

“We all.” Replied some unknown voice. Was that… Steele? a mysterious enemy of his father? Kodi was really surprised. “Master will lift you down, to check the scene, then we all go.”

After a while to cave was lowered Jimmy, most agile of rescuers. He came to Peter Kinrs and awoke them with lick. Other dogs from cave where barking with joy.

“Easy!” said husky, proud that he was the first saviour to help human. “When your master attach the rope, master Gunnar will come here.”

Peter hardly stood up and pulled the rope to show his readiness. Then Norwegian in person came down with spade and other equipment. The quickly examined survivors.

“Your state?” asked.

“Two dogs down. I have frostbitten palm. But I could mush… if we get out from here.”

“Try this.” Gunner gave him a flask of rum and started to dig a horizontal tunnel outside. “Lay low and do not tire yourself. I will manage. Save your strength for way back. Is your sled intact?”

“I could drive it.” Assured musher.

It took about two hour for Norwegian to finish his job. Surprisingly dogs helped him, by digging a tunnel from outside (Steele had that idea), so it was done much faster than anyone expected. To cave came dogs of rescue team. Balto almost pounced on his son.

“Dad!” panted exhausted Kodi.

“We are coming home.” Whispered wolfdog with tears of relief in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, that…”

“Not now!” interrupted him wolfdog. “It all ended in good way.”

“Not for some.” Murmured Kodi, looking with hollow stare on bodies of Bart and Fitch.

“Let’s go!” ordered Steele. “All dog to own sleds, now!”

Gunnar and Peter managed to temporally fix second sled and to make tunnel wide enough to pull a card through. So they exited on open air of night. And started to prepare both sleds to way. After about quarter they were ready.

“And now? Where?” asked Peter. “It’s closer to Galena, but…”

“Yes, I’m still not sure if I want go back on fresh tracks. We know the safe path.”

“How did you get here?” asked amazed musher.

“My Steele lead us.” Meanwhile Batlo, still unharnessed, howled and turned west. “Look, he wants to return on our track.”

“What?” amazed Steele. “Galena is closer! I will lead you there.”

“Why we have to risk?” Asked wolfdog. “Let’s back on your path.”

“I don’t like it.” Murmured Steele. He and Balto were told to support Peters sled, that lost two pullers. And they have to lead way back. Gunnar hoped that five dogs managed to pull his. He knew that exhausted pack of Peter needed a solid support. “But of you are sure…” said and started to first sled. A slight blizzard started. “But let’s make it quick.”

“Exactly.” Smiled Balto, who was walking after Steele. Suddenly he hit his side, pushing him out of path.

II.II. Bye/Die

Surprised dog overturned and sunk in the fresh snow. He wanted to howl, but another hit of Balto took his breath. Malamute coughed and felt a terrible pain on his rear-left paw. That once Star wounded. He could scream, so he just helplessly submerged into the sea of whiteness. Balto was standing over him.

“I’m terribly sorry, Steele.” he said with breaking voice. “I’m so grateful you saved my son, but… Never mind. I promise I will take care about Berenice and pups.”

“Holy crap!” panted Steele, almost crying due to pain. “I would never thought, you…”

“As I said: sorry Steele. But I just have to?”

“Berenice?” asked malamute. “I can’t be.”

“I love her…” said Balto. “That means… I loved Jenna, but it’s past and…”

“You are out of his mind.” cried Steele, but his weak voice, partially muffled by snow was weak.

“I am.” Agreed wolfdog. “And I have limited chances to conquer her heart… But it would be impossible if you are alive. That why you must die. Steele…” he added with softer voice. “I’m doing only what you did once. Understand me!”

“Dammit!” called dog with weak voice. “I gave you at least a chance…”

“And I cannot do that.” Said Balto and pushed his rival under the snow. Steele pierced the roof-layer and fell down to cave that few hours earlier was a tomb of first team. Then it was about to be tomb of Steele.

Balto quickly went to first sled and took his place in the lead. Peter didn’t know that malamute had been chosen to help him, so he just harnessed Balto and gave a sign to Gunnar, he was ready. When first wave of blizzard came, they set off. They easily reached Steele’s path and started a way back. They had no guide, however way was already marked, so guide wasn’t necessary. Balto was acting in impulse, however he improvised it perfectly.

“Will you guide us, dad?” asked Kodi from second rank.

“That’s why I am here.” Smiled wolfdog, covering his confusion. Meanwhile in other team sounded the crucial question.

“But where is Steele?” asked Jimmy.

“If he is not here, I guess he run with master Peter… And Balto.” Said Raynor

“And Balto.” Repeated Jimmy, as it was a guarantee of safety. Both sleds were escaping the coming blizzard and falling snow quickly sealed the cave, where Steele was dying.

III.I. Alliance

I shall ask the Father, and he will give you another Paraclete to be with you for ever
John 14:16

Weather was cheering to fast ride. Unless convoy reached the forest on the other side of pass, they were just sliding in silence. Jimmy, leader of second sled was almost touching the first cart, careful not to lose the way. Gunnar Kaasen was sure about route, because he was convinced that his best guide, Steele, was leading. In fact the leader was Balto, however spirit of malamute was still saving the convoy. In blizzard no one, even wolfdog, was able to see the road, so clear track after last travel was matter of life and death. Balto ran as fast as he could, because of two simple reasons. He wanted to see the track before it was covered with fresh snow. And additionally he wanted to be sure that master Kaasen wouldn’t go back for Steele, when he notice the lost. But Norwegian was too wrapped up with driving sled to sensing any tragedy.

As we said, they stopped after passing icefield, in forest of Buckland area. That was just a pine wood, but after running in pass and on slope of Yukon Range it seemed to be a save haven. So both mushers stopped their sleds and started to make a camp.

“We did it!” was still repeating Peter. “We went through the Eagle Pass!”

“Don’t be so haughty.” Interrupted him Gunnar, overscreaming the blizzard. Although they were in forest, wind was howling loud. Still reminding them how close they had been to death. “That was not you, but Steele. If not he… Well, anyway. Give me that lad here, I must thank him.”

“What?” surprised musher.

“I asked you to return me Steele, at least for a while.”

“But… I thought your leader was running with you.” Said Peter with uncertain voice.

“Where is Steele? I sent him to your sled…”

“I didn’t harnessed him…”

Norwegian stood up and ran to dogs, digging dens in the snow. No one had seen the absence of malamute yet, but when human started to call his favourite and looking in ready holes, murmur started among dogs.

“O, my God!” gasped Maya. “There is actually no mister Steele here!”

“What?” barked Raynor. “He had to run in your team… It’s impossible…”

“Dad?” asked Kodi quietly, looking on the brink of forest and raging element farther. “Did mister Steele…”

“I fear he stayed there.” Replied Balto, trying to repressed the shivering of his voice.

“Oh, no…” whispered Kodi. Dog felt that thanks to him died three companions.

“We go back!” called Gunnar Kaasen, preparing cart. He turned to Peter. “You may stay here, I just have to back on pass and…”

“Sir! It’s useless.” Replied young musher with serious voice. “We would never find him in such a weather. And… we no longer know the way. If he was leading us, now…”

“Dammit!” shouted Norwegian and kicked the snow under his feet. “But we must…”

“There’s no use.” Called Peter. “I’m very sorry, sir, but we just can’t…”

“Steele.” whispered human. In eyes of hard and tough musher appeared tears.

*

Steele couldn’t estimate time of his unconsciousness, because in snow cave nothing changed. Or maybe it became even more firm prison, because warmth of malamute melted some snow and frost turned water into the solid ice. Only clue to examine the time under surface was diminution of Steele’s adipose tissue. It was funny to watch on dying of own body. Steele understood that he was knocked out maybe even for four days. Meanwhile his body was struggling with low temperature, that caused extremely high energy consumption. Steele was wounded, not in condition to do anything except of regenerating his injuries. However his body awoke him, because it hadn’t more energy to do that. Dog awoke from cold.

He was too exhausted to stand up, so he just took a look around, checking his situation. It was even worse that he could expect – the tunnel where sled and team had gotten out, was buried with mass of fresh snow. Steele crawled to wall of his prison, touched it and understood that he was trapped under ice. Almost – it was mass of dense snow, firn and actual ice, much too hard to pierce it even by healthy dog. And Steele was cold, hungry and crippled. His real-left paw was completely paralysed. But then his stare came across two bodies of dogs.

“Hey! Wake up!” he called, but then he understood those were victims of avalanche: Bart and Fitch. So he crawled to them, however it was rather an order of body than mind. He put his head on stiff carcass of Bart and inhaled deeply, in the same time sniffing smell of meat.

“So, it came to that?” he thought. “I’m going to eat dog’s meat? For what? Just to survive few days longer?”

But then before his eyes appeared a picture of Berenice. She was looking on him with love and devotion. And something was unusual in that view – she was in advanced pregnancy. It was impossible – according that she conceived that night before departure, eventual pregnancy should be visible for about month. But that shocked Steele and brutally let him know the whole situation he was. “My children are here, on this world. Still unseen, but present. I’m already father. God! Why it came so sudden! This is definitely bad time to die.” Then he thought that every time is rather not good to die, however he hoped that God got the point. “I must live! I must get away from here and return to Berenice… I’m not able to, but I must.” He recalled all data about tunnel. It was a five metres pass in snow – something easy to dig by human with spade but extremely hard for lamed and exhausted dog to repeat it. Almost impossible, that why Steele had to try.

“I’m sorry, pal.” He murmured and plunged his teethes in Bart’s body. He required energy to live and work and eating carcasses was the only way to secure that. With disgust he was devouring portions of puller’s body, however with every bite he felt stronger. Warmth was slowly coming from his stomach and waking up half-asleep body. A small hope sprouted in heart of malamute.

After he ate about ten pounds of dog’s meat, he hobbled to the mouth of tunnel and came to dense mass of snow. It was heavy and overwhelming, but he could dig. With heavy effort, but he could. So puller laid on belly and started to slowly mowing his paw in monotonous move, carving in firn. When he understood how slow he was going, he stopped and thought for a while. He estimated his chances on about one third, before he run out of food (God! He was thinking about those dogs as food already!) and oxygen. One third to get out and then he had to get some meat and cross mountains with wounded legs. His odds were minimal, however malamute had to try. While digging, he had in front of his eyes picture of pregnant Berenice, looking on him with silent plead in her stare. That was really cheering – Steele had no other choice that to dig in snow and crawl ahead.

Dig and crawl. Dig and crawl. Dig and crawl… and that maybe up to Judgementday. To prevent his mind from madness, he was entertaining himself with thinking what he would do to Balto, when he finally get him.

*

Sleds returned to Nome on 4^th February. Somehow Nomers were there on outskirts of city to greet survivors and rescuers. Maybe they were waiting there for all the time. At least part of citizens, especially four-legged. Delegation of dog community established something like camp on Northern Road, in building of old fish-preserve factory. It was desolate hall on the outskirts of town. From there was a clear view on road north.

Berenice was there, that was obvious, however she questioned herself what for? To see Steele few minutes earlier? Once she was laughing at such a irrational acting, but when she was in long and fear, she did the same – camped with several other dogs on route to Buckland.

There were expecting sleds just about that time. Everyone on town estimated that way to Eagle Pass could take up to four days and return about so. That meant they had to go back before 7^th February and if they don’t, that meant another tragedy or at least complete failure of rescue mission. Of course they could go to Buckland and it was even rational acting if Peter Kinrs or his dogs were wounded, but… Berenice was praying for quick return of Steele and countless times she was bothering Morse with questions about news on post office.

But that morning they finally came – two sleds running fast from Northern Route to Nome. First noticed them Jenna, who announced it with loud barking. Berenice had fell asleep, due to night guard, but instantly stood up, after husky’s alarm. With rest of gathered dogs (including Star, Miko and others) she ran on field in front of factory, where was road.

Early sun was shyly shining from eastern sky, enlightening snowed field and two cards. A sigh of fear sounded among dogs. They expected fourteen silhouettes harnessed to sleds. There were just eleven. “But better that way than none.” Thought she-malamute, but then fear choked her, because she failed to spot Steele.

Both teams reached factory and pack of local dogs set off to chase after newcomers, making ear piercing noise of barks and howls. Most of them were cries of joy and relief, however some voices expressed disbelief and pain. Kurt and Kim, parents of Bart. Rose, mate of Fitch. Suddenly Berenice understood she was also howling with despair. There was no Steele.

Mushers stopped, seeing that dogs were unable to pull further. They released both harnesses and watched their charges, running to and mixing with group of those who had stayed.

She-malamute was walking like in trance. She noticed that Jenna ran to wolfdog and cuddled into his side. Hybrid received this caress with unusual cold, or maybe fear. He was looking for her with his sight, but when their stares met, he instantly turned his head to the ground.

“Where is Steele!?” cried Berenice, stopping before wolfdog.

“Berenice… It’s hard to explain, but…”

“Where is he!?”

“He… is dead.” Said Balto with breaking voice. She even didn’t understood him words, who drowned in noise around, but she read from lips and that was far enough. In the same time she bared her fangs and burst with cry.

“Give him back to me!” cried with despair, pouncing on hybrid.

Balto was surprised and even if he was waiting for that, fast and agile Berenice was unable to stop. She pinned him down to the ground and at random his with jaws on his side. With strength she did it, hybrid’s neck would be squashed, fortunately she didn’t aimed for that. There was even no hatred in that, only a simple and irrational hope to force leader to tell, where Steele really was.

Several dogs came to she-malamute and with heavy effort took her back from Balto. Jenna came to his mate and helped to stand up, and other local dogs were keeping Berenice in place.

“I’m so sorry.” Yelled Balto. “That’s a tragedy and…”

“Where he is?” shouted bitch and tried again to pounce on hybrid. However she was grabbed by many strong jaws. So she just fell helplessly to the ground. Jenna pulled her mate back to Kodi and Dusty, who were greeting with Dusty’s parents. It was a celebration, so redfurred had no strength to cope with another bereavement. What she missed was that Balto was looking on crying Berenice long after they went aside.

“Kodi…” sighed Jenna and hugged her son. Since that moment she paid no more attention of Batlo. And wolfdog was carefully looking as Star and Maya lead off Berenice to Kaasen shed. When she disappeared in doorstep of building he finally turned to his mate.

“I missed you both.” She whisper, licking his cheek. “So good you are here back.”

“I’m back as fast as I could.” Replied wolfdog with hollow voice.

*

Dig and crawl. Dig and crawl. Dig and crawl.

Steele didn’t know how much way to go left, because he tried to ignore length of tunnel and  not to estimate the distance. He tried to make a break after every two hours, however he was shut from sunlight and his sense of time would be distorted. It was possible he was resting one for twenty minutes of one for twelve hours. In fact it didn’t matter, the point was to dig and crawl.

It was hard to stay sane in such white prison, where stock of food (“Oh, my God! Food!?”) and oxygen was shortening in every moment. However malamute managed to remain clear mind and act rationally. He was eating regularly, even when he was sick of devouring dog’s meat. He was drinking, however his body refused to receive more moisture. And he was still bothering his mind with any imaginations, just not to let madness crawl in. He was recalling Berenice, memories from recent past, but also those older, like times of plague. Then, not to be monothematic, he recalled Balto, especially picture of Balto from his old dream – wolfdog with bitten throat, bleeding out on the snow.

After few metres of digging (but as we said: he didn’t know how far exactly) Steele came to conclusion he perfectly understood motives of wolfdog. Hybrid felt endanger by Steele, feared that new achievement of malamute would shade his fame and – if that was true, what leader still wasn’t sure – Balto hoped to gets Berenice heart. That motivation seemed absurd for Steele (“She with other dog? That’s funny!”), however he knew that sometimes absurd causes are the stronger ones. Dog reconsidered whole case without emotions (he knew that emotions could make his pulse faster, exhaust him and cause faster oxygen consumption) and came to very strange conclusions.

Balto was in fact innocent – he did the same what once Steele did: attempted to kill rival because of own pride and hope for getting mate. Malamute understood that perfectly. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to tear Balto to pieces, however that wouldn’t be exactly a revenge, but just want to secure himself from further danger. Or not – one thing was enraging Steele anyway. It because of Berenice. Balto could not know they were planning pups, however he knew they were good couple, and killing him, he was hurting her also. So even if Steele disown his own rage, he was still angry on behalf of mate and pups.

But then malamute stopped a torrent of his thoughts and with amaze understood that in some conditions he would even be grateful Balto. If he was going to die, Berenice would have stay alone without care. Of course she was independent and in field of self-defence totally save due to her fighting abilities, but she still could stay alone. In that case Steele even hoped that she would be with Balto. “He is a dork, but apart of that he would be a fine mate to secure our kids. Kids… maybe it would be not so bad, if they would grow as wards of great Balto…” He was really amazed that such a thought didn’t enraged him. “But I must think rationally, pride matters not, comparing to security and prosper of my children.” He added, but then laughed in mind. “Think rationally? It isn’t rationally! Berenice would never mate with Balto… and worse she probably won’t be with anyone else.” He crawled another inch ahead. “And that is the next reason I have to survive.” He smiled and fully returned to his routine.

Dig and crawl.

*

Balto came to Kaasen shed about midnight, hoping Berenice was alone. But she wasn’t. In building were at least two other dogs, speaking aloud with bitch. Hybrid hesitated on doorstep, however he entered.

“…I know what to do and… Ow, another <good uncle> to collection!” growled, seeing Balto. “Should I start to throw you out by my fangs?”

“You could try.” Said Star with unexpectedly – at least for him – serious voice.

“Berenice, we wish just to help…” added Maya.

“And you?” asked she-malamute harshly, turning to Balto. “Are you came here to again say how are you sorry and how you pity of my Steele? Go away, before I show how I’m sorry…”

“Stop it!” called Star with more decisive voice. “I can’t call myself Steele’s friend, however I was his charge for long time and if no one could take responsibility for you, I will. I owe that to boss.”

“And you?” asked Berenice, still looking in Balto’s eyes. “Are you <good uncle> because you ruin his career, drove him out of town and recently left him in mountains, in thank for saving your son. That why are you here?”

“You could send me off, but I will wait under your door, for moment you will be able to speak with me.” Said Balto barely sounding decisively.

“No way, I’m coming for him.”

“WHAT?” yelled Balto.

“I said her, that’s no use.” Murmured Star. “But she doesn’t listen.”

“He is alive! I feel it!” Then Star looked on hybrid.

“Balto, is there any chance that Steele is alive?” Wolfdog shook his head. “So you see. Balto was there.”

“And even if!?” called Maya. “Have you right to risk life of you pups… your and Steele’s pups to check it? Think for a while! That journey is a suicide and you and children. You don’t have to wait for day of birth – you are responsible for them already!”

“But… but…” she sobbed.

“We couldn’t helped him.” Said Star. “I’m sorry, but I’m also helpless. As well as you.”

“OUT!” shouted Berenice, but after a second she narrowed her eyes in expression of shame. “I mean… I’m sorry… But go away, please.” Three dogs set off to the door. “Balto stays!” she ordered, but then added with softer voice. “If you could…”

“Of course.” Replied confused hybrid. Star and Maya left the shed. Meanwhile Berenice laid down on straw-bedding and showed wolfdog another place. He carefully took his place and asked, looking on bitch.

“How may I…”

“How he died?” she asked with hollow voice.

“I didn’t see his end… in fact no one see and that why we thought he was with us. You know – first team thought he was in second and the second… I’m not sure what happened.” Concluded, putting enormous effort in that lie. “I guess he fell in some crack. Then was a blizzard, and it was hard to see anything. I doubt… if we even noticed his disappearance, I’m not sure if we were able to find him. We had wounded ones and storm was growing.”

“You should have.” Interrupted him Berenice. “He saved you son.”

“Berenice, please, understand me!” called hybrid. “It’s so hard for me… I will be haunted by that evening till the end of my life… I know that is my fault!” cried with sudden bolt of honesty. “And if you decide I’m worthy only of your despise, I accepted it with humility. But forgive me… I failed, but I wanted good.” She was silent for long while and Balto was hearing his own heart clatter. “Now she will decide…” he thought with fear.

“No, Balto…” she whispered finally. “I know I can’t blame you. Forgive me my reactions… That is a shock for me… And loss you just can’t imagine. For me and our children.”

Balto wanted to be silent, but his heart forced him to open his mouth and call.

“Berenice, let me help you! I promise, I will take care about your pup as they were my own… I will make up you for that loss in every way I’m able too!” She was looking for him with amaze on her face, saying nothing. Balto felt scared by own declaration, that was showing many of his emotions. Too many. And she didn’t answered. But she also didn’t say <no>!

“Leave me alone… for now.” Said she-malamute with soft voice.

“You won’t go to the mountains?” Balto wanted to be sure.

“I won’t.” she replied. “I know that Steele, if he was here, would have forbid me.”

Hybrid left Kaasen’s shed with head full of screaming voices. There were blasting his head out with every heart-beat, making him drunk with both fear and hope. When he came further from Kaasen’s house, he submerged his head into snow-drift to cool his fever. It worked only partially.

He felt total chaos inside. I murdered Steele. I don’t love Jenna anymore. I love Berenice. But I made her cry, killing Steele. How it came to that? Jenna, what went wrong between us, that I felt in love with her? Berenice? What have you done with me, that I did what I did? Steele? what would you say about that? I did what you once did… the difference is that I… succeeded.  My God… but for what cost?

Although all came as it should have, Balto was crying inside. He was crying because he betrayed Jenna and even more he was touched by Berenice’s misery. He was pity that she lost his mate, but what made her to grieve was reason that Balto felt happy and delighted. Because he was happy and miserable, delighted and scared to death, tore between joy and regret. And he was standing over those two forced inside of him, not sure which one he should follow.

“Leave the dead to bury their dead.” Thought half-wolf. “I can’t change what happened… however I just can’t let fruits of that waste.”

He smiled and raised his head from snow. He know what to do. He was going to reach his aim, whatever it took.

“Thank you, Steele.” she thought. “You gave a lesson I will never forget!”

III.II. Another Paraclete

Dig and crawl.

Steele lost his routine. He didn’t eat nor drink water from snow. He also knew that his body was unable to accept neither food nor moisture. Moreover was unable to stop the fever burning it. Oxygen was almost gone, dog was breathing with carbon dioxide and other toxins of own body. Hypoxed muscles were doing their job only thanks to steel order of will. Dig and crawl, was repeating half-dead malamute.

Steele knew he lost – even if he was about to reach the air, he was too exhausted to get any food and survive. All his logic advised him to give up and surrender to pleasant sleep of death. But love, who was guiding him for past two years was driving him still further, even to receive more of suffering. But he had to try. He owed it to Berenice.

Suddenly Steele sensed that snow before him was thinner and it got aside easily. So he was on the end of journey to die under the stars… But wait! Something was wrong… I was going too easy, so dog had hallucinations, or… someone was digging from the other side.

Fresh air his Steele’s lungs like a hammer. Sudden deluge of oxygen caused unexpected nausea and shivers. He were barely sensing he was pulled out by someone’s jaws and put on the snow under midday sun. He was breathing again and making up for days of oxygen fast. Consciousness was returning to him slowly, but he finally noticed that some small dog, mongrel of some kind, was standing over him.

“If you are going to die anyway, say it. I’m hurry right now and I wish to go farther.” Steele’s answer was just a hysterical laughter. “Damn! You are alive and there is a chance that it will stay that way…” murmured yellow furred mutt. “I guess you want me to feed you and…” Steele was still laughing, due to oxygen shock. “God dammit!” shouted newcomer. “I’m really want to kill that Balto quick and have it done, so…”

“You want to kill him too?” asked Steele, laughing even not being sure what was talking about.

“What could you know about it?”

“I know some Balto from Nome. A real bastard!” gasped malamute, still giggling and shivering in fever. “He killed me and now he is going cheat my old girlfriend and mate with my mate, because I’m dead.” Yellow furred nodded his head with indifferent expression on his muzzle. He seemed to saying: <Doctor advised to nod>. But suddenly he narrowed his eyes and asked with confusion.

“You are talking about Balto, son of Black and Aniu?” Laughter of Steele ceased on one second.

“He his son of Black and Aniu?” gasped with weak voice. “The last from Ravens Pack…”

“What the hell!?” called yellow furred. “Are that wolf-slaying malamute?”

“How do you know Aniu and Black?” asked Steele. because of still being in shock he added automatically. “They killed my father…”

Mongrel shook his head, as if he wanted to dispel an illusion, but when he noticed that malamute was still there in front of him, he said.

“That is impossible, however I must check it. Do not die for a moment pal! I will get something to eat and you will tell me more.”

IV.I. Ahead, to the past

Then Peter went up to him and said, 'Lord, how often must I forgive my brother if he wrongs me? As often as seven times?'
Jesus answered, 'Not seven, I tell you, but seventy-seven times.
Matthew 18; 21-22

Balto teethes had made a serious damage and Steele even made things worse, using wounded paw in his desperate attempt to release himself. Malamute didn’t saw his injuries but from murmurs of Victor he understood that it was bad.

“There is no other way.” Said mongrel. “I will take you to some cave and you have to recover, at least few weeks.”

“I need to go to Nome as fast as it’s possible. Or at least send a message I’m alive.”

“No way!” snorted yellow furred. “You can’t walk now, and even if you try, you will make things worse. And I can’t serve as you messenger – even if I could – because leaving you here means your death. For that coming week I must feed you.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to recall me that.” Murmured Steele angrily.

It was dawn of another day, both dogs were in improvised den in snow, still on ice field. Victor had brought remounts of some deer and malamute was highly amazed how such a small dog was able to done that. After his miraculous rescue Steele was still exhausted and shocked, that why he reacted quite nervously on mongrel. Victor stood it with unusual patience.

“Temper, temper.” Smiled yellow furred. “We just made a deal. You paid for meat with your knowledge and contacts in Nome.”

“I just… let that rascal to beat me up!” murmured furiously malamute.

“In surprise.” Noticed Victor. “It just happened.”

“And I can’t repay for that… I swore…”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nodded yellow furred. “That part he have already fixed. I will do the dirty part. However, I need you alive for this.”

Previous evening, after Steele generally recovered after his carbon intoxication, partial dehydration and hunger, both dogs exchanged scraps of own stories, concerning Balto. When Victor was digging a hole for night, Steele told him about his search of Ravens Pack and its deadly outcome. Then he mentioned about totally different case, that meant: wolfdog.

“That is the same.” Replied tired mongrel. “He is son of Black and Aniu.”

“You kidding me!” gasped malamute.

“Am I looking for someone with sense of humour?” asked yellow furred. “I was tracking them for last… ow, hell, it was almost five year.”

“How old are you?” asked a bit confused leader.

“Six.”

“So you have… an interesting life.” Said carefully Steele.

Victor didn’t know why he did it, however he did it. He told that strange malamute about his life, about Agatha and wolves, his life in Selawik and journeys in mountains. He had never show that much to anyone, even to Daisy. But that wounded dog seemed to understand him in way that Victor never expect would someone understand.

“I’m sorry.” Said finally.

“No, you don’t.” replied yellow furred.

“Well, I didn’t know your mate and I’m not talking about her, because indeed that wouldn’t be honest. I mean that I’m sorry to take your vengeance. It seems that you have taken a lot time in vain.” Victor unexpectedly laughed.

“You are interesting, puller.” He said. “And it seems that I need you for time being. I will guide you safe to Nome if you let me kill Balto and help me to do that.”

“Deal.” Agreed malamute.

So on the next day they moved to safer place, partially shielded from avalanched by some rocks. It looked funny – Victor was pulling, or better to say: dragging Steele on snow, grabbing his collar. It was way down, however it was still dangerous, so sled leader – and then also <sled cargo> was guiding his saviour about the path. That way they got to the rock pile.

“Den is ready.” Announced Victor. “But wait, I will help you.” He came to dog and dragged him inside.

“You seem to be skilled in such <nursing> stuff.” Noticed with half-irony Steele.

“Because I am. Since Agatha.”

“Ow, sorry.” Murmured malamute.

“There is nothing to apologize for.” Snorted mongrel. “I’m recall my love anytime I want and I like it.” Lied. In fact remark of Steele touched him deeply. “But now lay here and I will check in that forest nearby has any game inside.”

“How the hell you are going to feed us both?”

“I’m skilled in that too.” Said and disappeared in growing darkness.

*

They were living that way for about week – Victor was hunting, Steele was bored and his body was trying to heal wounded leg. On eighth day they decided to move down to find some cave. Possibility of another avalanche was still low, however if some accident would have happened, Victor couldn’t guarantee Steele’s safety in improvised keep. So they came to some cavern in Yu’s slope (way don was looking funny – giant malamute was constantly supporting on back of smaller dog) and took it as own. Somehow it was their own – it was the same crack that once Victor and Agatha took as shelter, then it was used for some time by Berenice’s parents and finally Victor had been camping there year earlier. So it brought both dogs some memories.

“Berenice…” said Steele with dreamy voice, on one evening when they were lying in cave. “When you see her, you will understand why I just let Balto go… Man, sometimes I think that I just threw away in vain that year I was running in mountains and looking for those wolves. I mean… it’s good that scums are dead… but I haven’t resurrected my father. And it actually caused that I was with Berenice a year earlier.”

“I can’t say I envy you that.” Snorted mongrel. “However it’s nice to hear you have your own way.”

“Haven’t you ever thought… to do something else than that revenge?” asked Steele.

“No. I don’t need such a plans right now.”

“E… never? Haven’t you… You know, any bitch have never…” Victor interrupted how with snort. “Ow, never mind.”

*

Balto became an often guest in Kaasen’s shed. In fact after death of Steele almost whole town recalled that malamute actually had done few nice things for community. Suddenly some started to talk about his sled leader career, some other reminded that Steele was saviour of Peter Kinrs’s and his team. Because it’s always much easier to show respect and admire to someone is not there, malamute became a hero, almost in the same degree as Balto three years earlier. Shed of master Gunnar became in some sense a central place of town and if Berenice and Steele used to ignored in society, then Berenice alone became a mayor figure of Nome community. But a deaf figure, because she totally shut from any other dogs.

There were some exceptions, most notable that Star and his niece: Maya (saved by expedition) were regularly visiting pregnant bitch. She seemed to be tired by that constant care, however she accepted that if huskies let her be alone for most of time. The third guest was Balto in person. Berenice was rather indifferent towards wolfdog’s concern, however she let him be with her for even more time that she let Star. Balto was easier companion, because he was rather silent (shy?) companion. She-malamute could accepted quiet presence of hybrid.

Labour was quite easy and Berenice gave birth to five pups, two dogs and three bitches. Master Gunnar called them: Steele (of course…), Sharp (it was just coincidence, Norwegian didn’t know he gave him grandparent’s name), Arrow, Regne and Sol. All of them looked somehow like mother’s mirrors, however when they started to open their eyes, Berenice saw that all of them had unusual for their breed blue eyes. Just like Steele.

“May I…” asked Balto on doorstep of shed. She-malamute just nodded her head so he entered. “Ow, they are beautiful.” Smiled hybrid, coming closer to pups, sucking mother’s breast.

“Yes, I notice that.” Said Berenice, but in that statement was no irony, just a sad indifference.

“May I look them closer?”

“Yes, sure.” Replied malamute, however when Balto was carefully touching pups, she was looking on that with watchful stare as if she was ready to take back her children by force. Wolfdog stroked tines, and but then quickly crawl back to mother, scared by new and unknown scent. “Maybe they even somehow sense that I killed their father.” Though Balto with spark of madness.

“Berenice.” He asked with breaking voice. “Please, tell me, how may I help you.”

“Now you can’t.” she replied. She wanted to add <but you could have brought back Steele>, but she didn’t. “Just… Balto, I’m very grateful that you told them about Steele’s past. Very grateful. But somehow I just can’t forget that he died saving your son. So please forgive that I’m sometimes harsh for you, because of things you haven’t caused.”

“I will go now.” Said wolfdog. “But if you need my help… my accompany, just tell. I’ll be here instantly.”

“You have your family.” Noticed Berenice.

“I guess you need more care than they, right now.” Replied, exiting the shed. Then he added in mind. “And I need you more than them. Than Jenna.”

He wanted to return to his boat, but she intercepted him before he left Nome. It could be pure coincidence, or she was waiting for him. It didn’t matter – Balto was really irritated to see Jenna.

“You were with Berenice.” She noticed with voice seemingly washed out from emotions. In fact she was really scared about Balto, however she wasn’t sure what exactly she was fearing.

“I was.” Nodded hybrid. “I guess, apart of Star and Maya, she let only me to watch over. Her pups have week right now.”

“Why are doing it, Balto?” she came to him and nestled to his side.

“I killed Steele.” said wolfdog without emotions.

“No!” she yelled with voice full of emotion. In fact what was relief, because the believed – or wanted to believe – that concern of her mate was caused only because of guilt. “That not true. It was an accident!”

“However Steele is dead and I could had prevent it.” Said Balto honestly. “I doubt if I ever forgive myself… and that why I’m responsible for those pups who will never see their father.”

“Yes… that’s so alike you.” Jenna murmured, still nestling to his side. “You are so noble and caring… But I think you have to take care more about me… Please, let’s go to your place today. Let it be like… in old good times.” With some sixth sense Jenna however knew that something was wrong. She wanted to have him just for herself and was desperately looking for way to secure that. She didn’t expressed it even in thoughts but maybe she even hoped that they would have pups once again. Mistress Rosy would accepted that.

“No, maybe not.” Replied Balto and Jenna tensed in his paws. “I will take you home and back to me. I must reconsider few things.”

“As you wish.” Agreed red furred, however she shivered inside.

*

To cross the Eagle pass they dared about fifteenth March. Then they made a few-days stop in forest of Buckland District. Steele could walk on his paws easily, however he got exhaust quickly – for not to burden wounded limb, he had to base on three others what wasn’t too comfortable. For some route Victor was supporting him, but however mongrel was strong, Steele weighed over eighty pounds what made that help very difficult.

So they stayed on western slope of range for few days. Steele was avid to go instantly, but Victor disagreed. He was already thinking about his revenge, so he planned it all carefully, still asking malamute about more and more details of Nome community.

“I think that public charge against Balto won’t work. They could just not believe he wanted to kill you.”

“Of course, they won’t he his a local hero. I told you that already.”

“Yes, but I was thinking over all possibilities.” Replied Victor. “So, what do you propose?”

“Just get to Nome, get rest, get know Balto. You will stay with Berenice and me. When you decide the time is right, you will just make and ambush for him and finish him quickly.”

“No!” disagreed mongrel. “I need him to suffer. I want to kill him in public, for all to see and laugh on him.”

“You said you are good in martials.” Yawned Steele. “However I just can’t believe you are so good.”

“Just help me get know where he lives, what is his daily routine and I will do the rest. How about that?”

“I’m for.” Nodded Steele. “But if you are really want to do it in public, we must think about your escape…”

“I’ve never escaped in my life.” Growled Victor. “And I never will.” He looked on night outside the den. “But you got your score. We will set off tomorrow.”

*

It was a calm evening on third April. Berenice was laying on floor of Kaasen’s shed, with five pups on her side. She just had a dream, that Steele was alive and was back with her. So where she woke up, tears appeared in her eyes. It was not fair! She wanted to cry out on shoulder of someone who would understand her. Alternatively she wanted to have a real fight with hard opponent. But that want was difficult to fulfil, because she needed to watch over pups. And if she got hurt on ring… She recalled Steele’s rebukes just before he had left. Then she sobbed once again, seeing mate in her mind’s eye.

But suddenly some noise sounded outside. Berenice carefully put pups on bedding, then soundlessly stood up and sneaked to door. Those noise was made by art least two dogs who didn’t want to be heard. She-malamute understood that she could get her fight anyway.

The door-hatch moved and in hole appeared muzzle of yellow furred mongrel. He took a look around on room, noticed Berenice, standing over him, and called to his companion.

“It’s clear…”

“… that you have troubles.” Finished bitch and pulled dog inside.

Her attack was improvised put perfectly applied – she dragged enemy, kept by his neck and threw him on the opposite wall. Because dog was light, she expected that he hit the wall and fall down unconsciousness. But she almost fainted from amaze, when attacked with unbelievable speed turned in the air, bounced with his paws on wall and pounced back on her. She shunned aside and when she tried to jumped up again, she grabbed his paw, made a attempt and released him, again sending against wall. Dog again amortised the hit and fell on floor. Then he turned to host… who was already pouncing. With skilful dodge, Victor jumped aside and grabbed Berenice’s neck. She instantly bounced and stood on two rear paws, then pressed attached enemy to the floor.

“NO! Stop!” yelled Steele, entering to room.

“Steele?” whispered Berenice, in the same time pressing Victor to he floor with all her might.

“Get her away!” panted yellow furred, escaping painful grab.

“It’s… impossible.” Murmured Berenice, standing up and stepping to malamute. In one moment she just left a bit beaten Victor alone.

“I’m home, honey.” Said leader, feeling that was rather a stupid remark. “As you probably already have noticed…” She just ran to him and hugged him tight. “It’s all right, I’m alive.”

“Steele, I thought… I though…”

“I thought I’m down too.” Said malamute, licking her cheek. “But I’ve made it. I’ve made it thanks to Victor.”

“Applause is not necessary.” Murmured mongrel, licking a long scratch on his side.

“I’m so happy!” sobbed bitch, crying from nervous relief. “Steele, can you see it? You are father.”

He almost broke out from her hug and ran to bedding where five small furballs were sleeping, unaware of drama around them. Steele looked on them, then he looked on Berenice. When she nodded her head, he bended down and carefully sniffed around all five. Then slowly, aware not to wake them up, started to lick his pups.

“That’s impossible.” He finally said. “I haven’t deserved it.” Smiled to his children.

“That’s true.” Replied Berenice, and went closer to her mate. But she stopped in the middle of way, looked on Victor. “But who the heck is he?”

“Ow, and I though she would never ask.” Murmured yellow furred, looking on Steele.

“That is Victor of Selawik. Dog who saved me from avalanche.” Explained Steele. “It useless to say more, because you won’t believe me anyway.”

“You…” whispered she-dog and rushed on mongrel. Victor, thinking that was another strike, just shielded with paws, ready to counterattack, but after few seconds instead of hit, he felt licks on his forehead.

“Yes, I confess…” murmured yellow furred and surrender to that strange caress. Stele even didn’t react for that, because he was still staring on pup like hypnotised.

“I’m terribly sorry.” Said Berenice, helping Victor to stand up. “I just...”

“I know, Steele is back. I understand you have a hard day.” Said mongrel and them malamute looked on them and burst in laughter.

“That is Victor himself.” Said with giggling voice. “My love, don’t you mind if he stays with us few days?”

“Of course not… But wait, tell me what happened there? Dogs said you lost in blizzard!”

“It wasn’t a lie, however it was far from the truth.” Said Steele. “But first give out guest something to eat… and maybe give to me it too. Then sit down and calm down, because my story… is a bit tangled.”

*

They barely stopped Berenice from running to Balto and killing him. To finish whole story Steele had to came to his mate and laid next to her, carefully holding impulsive warrioress. When he finally finished and Victor added own tale, she was silent for a while, then she said with hollow voice.

“Victor… could you leave us just for moment? I have to say something to Steele.” Mongrel nodded his head, stood up and exited into night.

“I can’t wait for that too.” Smiled malamute coming to his mate. “But we just can’t let him outside so long, until we finish…” Then she noticed that her eyes are deluged with tears.

“Steele!” she sobbed. “I…”

“I know, Balto harassed you.” Interrupted her malamute. “And you thought I was dead. I understand that you acted a bit different…”

“No I just… I let him in.”

“If you don’t want to say about it, don’t say.” Said Steele with soft voice. “I don’t care about it.”

“I was constant to you, my love. I swear.”

“Of course, I believe!” quickly replied malamute. “I didn’t want to suggest anything else.”

“But he seemed to be so caring… I was talking with him, letting his see out pups… But I promise that was all! I just couldn’t imagine other dog with me in your place.”

“I’m flattered, but you should.” Said Steele seriously. “I authorize you to find someone else if I die again!” added with grave voice, then burst in laughter, hearing that absurd. “Do not cry… Now I’m here again.”

“Balto must be punished.” Sobbed Berenice.

“He must.” Agreed malamute. “But not for what he did to me, but what he did to you. Also for what he did… I call Victor back, all right?”

*

Few hours later they all were sleeping. In Kaasen shed were heard regular breathing of five pups and three mature dogs. Only Victor was half-awake in his strange no-sleep, thinking about what he had experienced in past day. Coming to Nome he thought he would see just his vengeance, but he discovered something else. He actually had never seen a love different that his and Agatha’s. He never seen a happy return of father to his pups, had never seen that stare of father, watching his children. So for the first time since a long time he sensed the missed something important. And however he didn’t admitted that, he was actually envying Steele.

He saw as one of pups woke up in night, sniff with confusion and fear, then nestling closer to mother’s and father’s sides. And then fell asleep. Suddenly Victor felt like that tiny pup.

*

On the next morning they were sitting around bowls of food, brought by Gunnar Kaasen. When Norwegian noticed additional guest in his shed, he just got back to house and prepared another portion. That was indeed Gunnar Kaasen – he was keeping the open house for both humans and caninees. So on the breakfast three dogs were talking about Victor’s plans, when pups were checking if their teethes are already sharp. Fortunately they still didn’t.

“We thought it over with Victor and we decided that making a public charge against Balto is useless.”

“They all should know what he did!” murmured Berenice.

“My love, remember that once I wanted to kill him too.”

“That wasn’t direct strike.” Noticed she-malamute. “And you acted not breaking the Code.”

“However I wanted to kill him.”

“Now I want it too.” She replied. “And I don’t think it’s a crime.”

“Steele let me do that.” Said Victor. “I know that he has own reasons for revenge, but I must punish the last wolf responsible for Agatha’s death. You may call it cruel, because I punish son instead of mother. But Aniu is dead and I still can’t let it go.”

“I don’t understand your motives.” Confessed Berenice. “However you are going to hurt my enemy. Be sure I’ll help you as I can.”

“Will help you, as long it won’t collide with promise I stupidly made once.” Added Steele.

“Thank you… friends.” Said Victor, although he wasn’t sure if he actually know the meaning of that world. “So we should act carefully, not to… au!” yelled, when Steele junior grabbed his ear. “He has a teeth!”

IV.II. Surprise!

Dogs we gravely silent, when Steele was hobbling on main street of town. Malamute didn’t said a word, just walked slowly on his wounded leg in post office direction. Some of Nomers were trying to came closer and look in dog’s eyes, just to check if that creature was really Steele (of the holy memory). And just like two years earlier, the rumour spread with light speed. It alarmed Balto who was visiting Peter Kinrs’s kennels. Initially he thought that was a joke, but when another dog barked about malamute’s resurrection, hybrid excused Kaltag and Nikki and ran to the post office.

Around Steele gathered a crowd of dogs, asking constantly what had happened. Balto’s heartbeating stopped when Steele opened his mouth to answer that. But then his jaw dropped when sled leader replied.

“I don’t recall details… there was an awful blizzard.” Said Steele. Then he noticed Balto and smiled radiantly. “I was totally lost and surprised. But it was exactly like in old good times – nothing I would be unprepared.” Wolfdog came closer, carefully looking on muzzle of Malamute. “But somehow I managed to return here.”

“E… Steele?” asked Morse carefully. “Don’t you have a grudge against rest of the team.”

“For what?” leader faked his amaze.

“Well… technically they left you.” Murmured telegrapher’s pet.

“I would have do the same in his… I mean: their place.” Replied dog and looked on hybrid.

“Steele, you are alive…” whispered Balto.

“Yes, I noticed that.” Said dog and almost everybody laughed with airy laughter. Then he steeped closer to the rival and whispered to his ear. “You impressed me, pal. I’m serious… the real genius is the best hidden one. I would have never expected that… So you showed you are good in planning… But you definitely lack in executive area. But maybe… soon I will teach you that!” Then he left confused Balto on the street.

And wolfdog shivered inside, because he discovered that he wasn’t actually feeling guilt and looking the way to mend his crime, but he was feeling anger and was looking the way to correct his error. And do what he did, but then properly.

V.I. Vengeance is mine

Never try to get revenge: leave that, my dear friends, to the Retribution. As scripture says: Vengeance is mine-I will pay them back, the Lord promises.
Romans 12:19

With return of Steele some kind of strange fear was cast on town. From humans only Gunnar Kaasen and Peter Kirns knew that malamute had been left on Eagle Pass. When Norwegian discovered that his favourite was back, he screamed, thinking he saw a ghost.

“Steele!” he whispered, when dog just cam to him and with perfect calmness just bended his head to pet. It was on evening of next day, when early spring snow was falling, maybe for the last time before next autumn. “But how… I’m so sorry, Steele… I left you for the second time.”

“Don’t back to that, boss.” Murmured malamute. Of course human couldn’t understand him, but by his body language he expressed the full trust and love towards owner. “I would say we’re equal now.”

“Let me see your leg…” asked Gunnar, bending down to wounded dog’s paw. “Ow, I see teethes again. You were fighting? Wolf?”

“I could say that.” Murmured Steele, reminding Balto.

“But wound cured clear.” Judged trapper. “You had much luck you returned here with such a injure.”

“Enormous luck.” Nodded leader. “But no I must go. Take care, boss.” And he left shocked Norwegian, leaving his house via dog-hatch.

Then he hobbled back to shed, where he found Berenice with pups, but also guests. Maya, Star and Balto. Seeing hybrid, malamute smiled again. But then he took a quick look around. When he not spotted Victor, he sighed with relief. Presence of yellow furred still was mystery for locals. So Steele decided still to play the game that he had fixed with mongrel.

“Good afternoon.” Said malamute with rather indifferent voice. “Something is wrong?”

Star and Maya were looking on him with confusion. Finally husky said. “You are back…”

“Sorry to say that, but I am.” Smiled leader, with his usual irony. In that moment Star actually believed he had a real Steele in front of him. Meanwhile Maya turned her eyes to the ground and sighed with remorse. “Come on, baby, that was definitely not your fault.” Said malamute, nudging her in side. “It was blizzard and you were exhausted and wounded. If many healthy dogs didn’t noticed it got lost, why should you have done it?” Hearing that Balto lowered his ears.

“What happened there?” asked Star.

“Sit down.” Said Steele, but then he asked Berenice. “Won’t they disturb kids?” she shook her head. “So sit down and let’s talk easy.”

Pups were sleeping on mother’s side and she-malamute was laying on special furs-made bedding under wall of shed in the warmest place of room. Gunnar Kaasen took special care about those, not only hoping to have excellent, pure-breeds dogs, but also with concern amplified with guilt after presumably death of Steele.

“Sir, we are terribly sorry.” Started Maya.

“Leave that.” Murmured leader. “I’m alive and that matters.” He looked on Balto and smiled with proud smile. Hybrid was splitting his awareness between malamute and Berenice.

“It was an awful accident.” Said wolfdog with hollow voice. “…that I failed.” Thought. “I wonder why he didn’t tell about my motives to Berenice. But if he did… would be doomed.”

“It was.” Nodded Steele. “However it’s a past. We all… apart poor Fitch and Bart, survived. It just could have gone worse and I’m sure you are glad that it came as it came.”

“So, I guess you will manage now.” murmured Star carefully. “We will go now.”

“Thank you for your concern.” said Steele. “You thanks you too, Balto. Berenice said you were… very helpful.” Hybrid clenched his jaws, but stayed silent.

“Balto, come.” Nudged his Star and all three exited the shed. After few minutes, when he was sure that wolfdog wouldn’t return, Victor came out from under furs.

“Did you see him?” asked Steele. “That is Balto.” Yellow furred nodded. “However, as I said, you still have to find some way to get him while he isn’t among other dogs. Almost every one would stand for great Balto, local hero.”

“No, if you say them what he did.” Noticed Victor, but Steele shook his head. “All right, just help me distract him, when he is in some public place. I want destroy him, not only his body but also his fame. I want him to cry in front of crown and…” Berenice gasped with sudden disgust.

“Steele… Could you leave us for few moments?” she asked. Malamute was a bit surprised, but he nodded.

“So I will go on walk.” He said and exited shed. Using the beautiful night with maybe the last aurora borealis that spring, he went on main street, looking on the sky. Mean while inside Berenice was gazing on Victor with questioning stare.

“Why do you do that?” she asked finally.

“I know that is wrong.” Said yellow furred. “Or it’s wrong in your eyes. But I have no other way, even no other perspective to see the world around. From youth I’m seeking vengeance and I’m sure couldn’t do anything else.”

“But what when you do it? When you kill Balto?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t know.”

“Look at Steele.” interrupted him Berenice. “He was almost like you! But it happened that I helped him to overcome what was dark inside him. We taught each other to live. I’m sure you also could learn that.” He shook his head, but she continued. “Who is Steele for you.” He was wandering for few moments.

“I guess… a friend. In fact the only friend I ever had.” Said yellow furred. “However I’m not sure if I’m able to really understand what the friendship is.”

“And I?”

“Well…” replied Victor uncertainly. “I would like to call you a friend too, but…” She point him a place on her side, and when he sat down, she licked his forehead. “All right, I guess you are my friend, presuming that I know what that means.”

“So there is a good start to leave your old live behind.” Said Berenice. “I’m sure that Agatha was special person, wonderful mate and someone worthy to die for. But isn’t there better to live for than die for? I bet she is somewhere on the sky and praying you are back to life you once dropped.”

“It’s too late.” Said Victor. “I’m now just one-purpose tool. I must do what I was made to.”

“Steele won’t let you.” Replied she-malamute. “If you attack Balto he will stand at your side to help you, whatever dangerous it will be. Not because he has own debts to Balto, but because you are his friend. So you are endangering life of your friend.”

“I, friend?” smiled Victor. “A mutt being friend of pure-breed master?”

“No, I’m sure Steele didn’t…”

“He was calling me <mutt> all the time.” Replied yellow furred. “ or ” Eyes of Berenice narrowed in confusion, but Victor just laughed. “And I was calling him or . You wouldn’t believe how long you could insult your only companion, if you have nothing else to do… Those were just jokes. In fact Steele never let me feel I’m worse because my breed. He was judging me only by what I did.” Then he smiled once again. “And maybe we quickly found a common ground because we both don’t like wolves?”

“You see?” asked she-malamute. “You are able to feel something more than just anger.” In the same time one of pups, probably Sol, woke up and climbed on Victor’s side. To help herself in that achievement, she plunged her tiny fangs into dog’s fur. Mongrel didn’t wanted that, but he reacted with smile. Berenice noticed that with satisfaction and put her daughter down on bedding. “I just don’t believe that you can’t see the beauty of world outside your vengeance.”

“I know it’s wonderful.” Said Victor. “But it’s not mine.”

“It could be your!” exclaimed Berenice. “Find the link! As Steele found me, there must be something... maybe someone to bind you with all what you see now so distant. Just try…” Then hatch opened and to shed came Steele. He was panting and on his face expression of excitation was clear.

“Damn! You won’t believe it!” he panted. “In front of boiler room… there is a meeting. A judgement actually. Kodi brought in a charge… against himself for remissness of leader’s duties.” They looked on him with amaze. “And more! Maya charged Jimmy for remissness of leader’s duties… because I was lost.”

“That’s is nonsense!” yelled Berenice. “Kodi could feel real remorse for what happened… But why the heck they accused Jimmy?”

“As I found out, it was Jimmy who asked Maya to do that.” Said Steele. “He can’t forgive himself that they left me.”

“So why don’t you stopped him?”
”He didn’t say me!” yelled malamute. “When I came there, the case was already on run.”

“So… there is Balto and most of dog community there?” asked Victor with concern.

“Not now, speedy!” replied Steele. “Let’s think for a while…”

“That’s my chance.” Called Victor. “I all want you to let me closer to Balto.”

Malamute looked on his mate with question in his eyes. Berenice was thinking a while, but then slowly nodded her head. However on her face was seen an expression of sorrow. She really hoped that Victor would let it go.

“As I said, I will.” Replied Steele. “I just strongly advise you to wait.”

“I can’t wait.”

“So, let’s go.” Murmured malamute. “Prepare yourself, I will call for babysitter.” He left the shed.

“Babysitter?” amazed Victor.

“Probably master Gunnar.” Replied Berenice. Then she stood up and hugged to yellow furred. “Don’t die. We will help you as we could, but it’s up to you, how it would end.”

“I will try, I promise.”

“As I said, you have to survive. If you don’t, Steele is ready to avenge you… and that vicious circle will never stop.” Then door opened and to shed entered Gunnar Kaasen, pulled by trouser-leg.

“All right, all right… I’m coming… What happened?” asked Norwegian, looking on pups. “They look fine, I guess.”

“Come on!” called Steele. He let his owner loose and ran out with mate and friend.

“Wait!” called trapped. “What the heck means that? Steele? Steele!”

*

The gathering was made in front of boiler building. It was a semicircle around few dogs inside. Between auditory and wall were waiting Kodi, Maya and Jimmy. Other dogs were looking on that with surprise.

“Kodi, what that means?” asked confused Balto, who just had come from his boat.

“I’m sorry, father, but it must be explained.” Replied husky with breaking voice. “I want to know if I’m still worthy to be a sled dog.”

“Kodi, stop that.” Whispered Jenna who entered semicircle. “No one blames you for…”

“Death of two my friends.” Interrupted her son. “That is not just a mistake. There are casualties.”

“Let us go, ma’am.” Said Jimmy with grave voice. “We are doing that we should to.”

“Balto, do something!” called Jenna, running to her mate.

“But what?” They were silent for a while, thinking heavily. Finally red furred said.

“Start with easier task, that means that stupid case of Jimmy. Bring here Steele and ask him to say that it was an accident and he blames no one. Then we will think about Kodi.”

Balto shivered, hearing that. And in the same moment came Steele and Berenice. They just entered the ring of dogs and came to Jenna and wolfdog. Malamute just asked.

“What is that mess? You did it?”

“Steele, please, tell them what happened on Eagle Pass.” Pleaded red furred. Malamute smiled.

“I bet you don’t want this.” Said and looked on Balto. Then he added louder. “But in fact this all is useless.” He looked discreetly on side, where Victor was slowly sneaking in darkness, closer to gathered dogs. Malamute sighed silently. He didn’t like was he was doing – not that he had any scruples in helping to kill Balto, but that he wasn’t sure if his fried would succeeded. “I’m alive and I think that recalling what happened on Eagle Pass is pointless.” He turned to Maya, Kodi and Jimmy. “Listen, my friends. I know that was a tragedy, but we must go on. Fitch and Bart were sled dogs and they knew the risk. It could had been anyone of you… But it happened to them. Sad, but we can’t resurrect them by crying aloud.” Suddenly he noticed that Victor climbed on roof of boiler building. He heard his steps upthere and looked on Berenice. She returned that stare with surprise. They both had no idea what mongrel was doing. Malamute felt that he had to play on time, however he had a nasty premonition. “So I propose to just let it go and…”

“I won’t let it go.” Called Kodi.

“And I won’t!” called some voice from roof. All dogs turned to yellow furred silhouette over them.

“Dammit!” gasped Steele. “Don’t do that!”

“And even Steele don’t want to let it go.” Said Victor. “He had own debts to pay. However… he eventually could forgive. I can’t.”

“Who’s the hell is that?” asked Jimmy amazed.

“Balto!” cried Victor. “Are you the son of Black and Aniu?”

“Yes, but who…” asked wolfdog.

“Victor, get down!” ordered Berenice, but mongrel didn’t listen to her. “Please…” she whispered, but that lost in noise of excited dogs.

“Your parents killed my mate.” Said yellow furred without any further introductions. “However I failed to punish them. I came for you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about…” said Balto with sudden relief. So the case of Steele unexpectedly was cast out to the background. But not exactly…

“And you tried to kill Steele. Most likely you would had succeeded if not my intervention.”

“He is mad.” Murmured Jenna. She looked on Balto and shivered, seeing that her mate was gazing on Victor with jaw dropped.

“Steele stood him in a way to Berenice.” Added Victor. “Or at least Balto thought that. In fact she would have never mate with that backstabber, but he tried anyway. He wounded Steele and buried him in the snow.” Then all eyes turned on Steele.

“Well, it true, however I said nothing, because I have no witness for that.” Said malamute carefully.

“Boss, why haven’t you tell us?” yelled Star, who came closer to the centre.

“And who would you believe? Me or him?” smiled malamute. “And additionally I thought he was just… making his turn. You know what I mean?”

“Balto, what he is talking about?” asked Jenna, looking on his mate.

“Sorry, girl.” Said Steele to red furred. “I said nothing also because of you.”

“So this is true?” she sobbed.

“Mom, we can’t believe that liar!” gasped Kodi, turning to Steele. But then his face froze, probably when dog recalled why he was still alive. “That mean, I…”

“That’s a lie.” Said Balto, however his voice was shivering.

“All right, I believe you.” Interrupted Steele, instinctively scratching his wounded paw. “You could you repeat that to Berenice? That you are faithful mate of Jenna and such a stuff? Just to be sure… that my imaginations were just imaginations.”

Balto looked uncertainly on Jenna, then on Steele and finally turned to Berenice. He stepped few step closer and in the same time Victor crouched to the pounce. “NO!” called malamute and his mate, but it was too late. Yellow furred rushed from roof and flew down to the hybrid. However Jimmy somehow managed to intercept him.

“Get away!” growled mongrel and with almost superdog speed he grabbed husky’s paw and threw him on the wet snow. Then jumped Kodi, aiming on back of newcomer. Victor perfectly sensed the coming danger and shunned in last moment. Balto’s son hit the ground, splashing a melting snow around then turned to enemy. But yellow furred was ready for that and attacked in the same moment.

Actually no one saw exactly what happened. Just in one second both dogs were pouncing on each other, and a heartbeat later Kodi was lying, thrown in muddy snow with Victor standing on his back. Dog there gasped seeing impossible scene, when small mutt beat up twice a big husky.

“Stop it!” cried Berenice.

Everybody froze, only Victor stepped down from Kodi’s back and turned to Balto with hateful stare. Dusty ran to knocked now beloved and yellow furred ignored it. Other lookers stopped their breathing in confusion. A sudden silence fell, only Kodi hit his paw in the snow, making a slashing sound.

“Step aside!” growled Victor, looking on Jimmy. “I have nothing against you. I just need to get Balto.”

“Easy…” murmured shocked husky. “Just calm yourself and…” another noise of splashing snow sounded, again Kodi his the ground at random. “Just stay where you are and…”

Then the air was filled with desperate cry of Dusty. This howl was so loud and shocking that everyone (maybe apart of yellow furred) turned his or her stare in that direction. They saw Dusty, standing over shivering body of Kodi. But what was taken as knock out was something different. On the wet snow around lying dog was gathering a giant pool of blood. From throat of young husky was flowing a red stream of fresh, arterial blood. Dog was drowning in own bloodlet, coughing and hitting with paw in helpless try to stand up. His trachea was squashed.

“God!” gasped Steele and looked on Berenice. They knew what it meant.

In one second crowd of dog exploded. Mass of canines rushed on lone mongrel, still standing in place and looking on Jimmy. Wave of angry creatures overturned stranger and pinned him to the ground. Whole scene drowned in overwhelming noise.

“Stop it!” cried Berenice, then she rushed after Steele in fight direction.

It wasn’t even a fight, but an execution. Mob pressed Victor into the snow and was hitting at random. But from blows of over twenty dogs many hit. It didn’t matter how fast and agile was yellow furred. In point blank range he had no chance to use his skills. He was writhing on the ground, shunning some attacks, but on every one dodged blow, came three others. He grabbed some paw, clenched his jaws and broke it. Then he grabbed someone’s side and pulled, but another attack made him to let it loose.

Berenice and Steele jumped on that mass and with bared fangs and started to pierce to the centre. But malamute was just old, lamed dog. Berenice was master in martial arts, but she was helpless against so numerous lot. It took them over minute to get to Victor. She shielded him with own body and Steele stopped over that, growling and pushing back attackers. However it was much too late.

Victor was almost tore apart. One of his paws were nearly ripped out from skin and muscles and a bone was clearly seen. His side was one giant wound, bleeding fast, spotting fur of crying Berenice. On face of mongrel were numerous cuts, one of eyes was changed to the bleeding well. Avenger was dying.

“Get him out, now!” called Steele, but when he heard that Berenice was just crying, he turned back and saw that there was no use.

“No… it’s… too late.” Whispered dog, spitting with blood. “Thanks you tried… but I failed anyway… Weak… whole my life I was too weak.” He closed his untouched eye and sighed with fading breath. “Agatha…” Then he died.

Dog surrounding him just took few steps back, too shocked to act. Next to wall of boiler room stayed just few dogs, over two blooded bodies – of Kodi and Victor. Jenna was crying over her lifeless son. Berenice was gently licking dead muzzle of yellow furred. Between were standing Balto and Steele, looking on each other. Wolfdog opened his jaws, however he had no idea what to say.

Meanwhile Berenice was lying, cuddled to Victor’s body and crying. She was licking his blooded muzzle and silently singing.

“You don’t have to be a hero // To rule place where you belong // You don’t need to be so noble // All you need is to be strong.” But suddenly stopped and murmured with firm voice. “No! He was a hero, and you just failed to see that!”

“My love.” Said malamute. Berenice raised her head from Victor’s body. “I know I’m doing bad… but I have to.” She came to him and licked his cheek.

“Do what you must. I understand…” she whispered. “Let our friend rest in peace… But be back. You already know, I can’t lose you.”

“I’ll be back.” Smiled Steele. “I’m always back on time… or just a bit late.” Then he looked on Balto again.

“It happened bad, however we can’t change it. But I have a duty to do, to avenge death of my friend.” All dogs there bared their fangs, ready to stop Steele if he would pounce on wolfdog.

“You promised.” Sobbed Jenna, raising her stare from Kodi’s body.

“I promised not to stand against Balto.” Nodded malamute. “And I will keep that oath.” Berenice looked on him a bit surprised, but he continued. “However my promise said nothing about others… close to him. Balto, I think I know that neglected Victor. It was some white wolf on the Eagle Pass.”

“Mother!” whispered wolfdog with fear.

“I know that is very improper moment…” smiled leader with devilish smile. “But… tag! You’re it!” cried with all his mind and turned back. Few seconds later he was running at full speed on north.

“Mother!” repeated Balto and set off following malamute. They ran among confused dogs and disappeared in darkness of Buckland Road. All dogs were looking in that direction for a while then again turned to bodies.

“Now, the spirits of our ancestors will judge them.” Said Berenice. “It’s no longer our business. And now, help us.” She ordered pointing on Jenna.

Dogs came closer to two bitches and without word few stronger males took bodies of Kodi and Victor. Then without hate nor malice, dead were taken on outskirts of town to be buried on Green Meadow, the most beautiful place of Nome.

“I didn’t want to be that way.” Said Berenice to Jenna, who were coming next to her.

“What will be now?” sobbed red furred, suddenly cuddling to she-malamute’s side.

“I don’t know.” Replied Berenice. “But whatever will happen, it all will be over.”

V.II. Bye/Die pt. 2

Steele was running with speed that scared even himself. Lamed dog should tire himself with such effort, but it was necessary. Malamute was speeding in wet snow, making another kilometres of road and still maintaining a proper distance from Balto. He was faster (“How it could be?” he thought. “But it’s true.” Replied some voice in his mind), however he had to travel with moderate tempo to let Balto stick on his tail.

Wolfdog was so terrified about his mother that he didn’t think rationally. He just believed Steele that Aniu was still alive and malamute was about to kill her. He ignored very strange acting of Steele, who seemed let him chase, not overrunning him. Hybrid was thinking just about two things – he lost his son and he could lose his mother if he fail.

Steele made that plan spontaneously, just like Balto once decided to kill on the spur of the moment. He wanted to lure rival to the Eagle Pass and… “Well, I didn’t work on that part, but I will.” Thought leader.

They had to eat, hunt and sleep, but apart of that whole chase was just a one moment. When Steele decided to take a rest he speeded up to overrun hybrid for few miles and laid himself to sleep in some shelter. When Balto failed to find fresh tracks he also fell asleep with hopeless cry on face. But on the next day the run started again. And that way over and over, three times before they reached mountains.

On the route it fortunately happened (for both) that there were plenty of food, easy to get. Steele even purposely two times left carcasses for wolfdog, just to be sure he followed him. What was even more fortunate, they didn’t meet any wolfpack. Maybe it was caused by ancestors spirits – two pack accidentally went several miles aside when that strange race was reaching their territory. One of that group was Juniper Pack – lead by Wind, son of Okto. Leader had just depose former chief – Robert and was holding his reign firmly. But that night something advised him to left the valley. He sensed something really strange on Northern Road so he guided his pack away.

He even heard some scary calls from that forest. Some wolf was calling with so dreadful and desperate voice, that leader thought it was a ghost.

“Steele! Stop!” sounded a scary plead over forest of valley. Wind was glad he wasn’t there.

On the evening of third day they reached the ice fields. It was prime of April, snow was melting fast, making usual dangerous place even more deadly trap. Slippery slope was extremely slippery and ice crack almost invisible under dark, melting firn. Crossing that area meant death. Steele entered it with full speed.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.
Ecclesiastes 3;1

What seemed to be a gentle wind in the forest, turn out to be almost a hurricane on open area. Steele had to run carefully not only to step on some crack, but just not to fall down, knocked out by frosty blows. It was night already, when malamute started to take another metres of ice field. He knew that every false step meant a death and there was no longer Victor near to help him. But he was running anyway, clenching his jaws.

“Father!” he called in mind. “I beg you… Help me.” He wasn’t sure if he had right to ask for that, however he asked. “I know that what I’m doing is wrong. But I need to do it right… I’m not as noble as you, but let me be noble in the way I could. I must fulfil my promise, I gave Victor. I’m not doing it for my vengeance… all right, for that too. But also I’m doing what I was asked by a friend. Can you understand that?”

Suddenly in blizzard before him he noticed some blurred silhouette of giant malamute. It had to be Sharp, Steele believed it. Some voice in his mind was calling that he was following just a fathom of his imagination, but dog was sure that his father came.

“You were the best whole your life… and I was trying to be so. I failed many times, but after every fall I stood up. Your pawprints were so hard… I was running astray, but still near of your path. I did my best.” Ghost seemed to nod his head with understanding. So they were both speeding in walls of snow, right ahead.  Steele still wasn’t sure if father was helping him, but premise for that was a fact he was still alive.

“Do you here me? I’m your son, after all. Maybe I haven’t made you proud, but I wished to… I was avenging for you, because I didn’t know any other way to follow your example. I just… wanted to be as you. If not by your way, by mine. I failed, but I tried.”

“You haven’t failed.” Sounded a voice in his mind. “You just… chose a harsh way. Somehow I disagree with many of your choices. But the outcome surely made me proud. You did it by your way, indeed.”

“So, I deserved to be your son?”

“You deserved to be even someone more.” Replied spirit. “To be yourself.”

Then ghost dispelled with sudden end of blizzard. Steele stopped, feeling that the way was over and there is no need to run further. He was in place, whatever that place actually was. He turned back to see nightly landscape with icefield covered with layer of fresh snow. A lone silhouette of Balto was carefully following him. But the path back was no longer visible. So both dogs were in the night on deadly trap with no way back. When Steele understood that, he burst in laughter. When it sounded, some snow slid down, causing a micro avalanche. Malamute then that melting snow, covered with fresh potion of white was in every moment ready to fall down into bluff about two four hundred feet below them.

“What the hell you’re laughing at?” panted Balto, barely climbing to the leader.

“At fool.” Replied malamute. “At you.”

“You won’t hurt my mother.”

“Of course you won’t because she is already dead!” called Steele and a bit more snow slid from slope.

“What?”

“Most likely she died in plague three years ago.” Said dog. “Or maybe she survived. It doesn’t matter. The point is that you came here and you are all alone.”

“You can’t kill me.” Panted Balto, slowly getting stuck in dense snow. “You promised.”

“I promised many things… And I hope to keep all of them.” He noticed a narrow path down, coming lower that way where Balto was. He started to carefully walk there, leaving surprised Balto on centre of icefield. “I can’t kill you, but you blindness will do that.” Explained. “As we both know no one except me is able to safety cross that field. But I will give you a chance to survive… I owe that to Jenna. And I’m doing it because you were really nice for Berenice. Just go down if you’re able to. I suggest you to be quick, before the avalanche that would most likely come when sun rise. You know… melting snow…”

“Steele, wait!” called Balto. “I’m really sorry for that… Steele! Take me down!”

“A dog cannot make this journey alone.” Smiled Steele, throwing down the snow ball. It slid to the brink of bluff and disappeared in the abyss. “But maybe a wolf can... Good luck, Balto!” And then he started to run down, fast but still firmly, as if he was guided by some unseen force.

Balto stayed on the centre of field, too shocked to move. But when he noticed that east part of sky started to became more and more bright, he understood that day was coming. The light was about to reach for him – sun was most likely would cause the avalanche. Steele was running on some other path, wolfdog could chase him, without crossing the unknown area. And that meant suicide. So he just turned back and tried to recall the way he made. Again, the way that Steele had made for him.

“Again after him.” He thought with despair. “Again on his tracks… Why? But calm down.” He ordered himself. “You must go down without any accident. Just one false step and you are out, so be careful. You’ll be careful and you will return to Berenice. That means… To Jenna. Or actually… No, do not think about that now. Just walk ahead, easy… easy… easy… Good, just one step further… good… one step further… good… one steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…

*

Steele didn’t react when he heard some noise behind him. He just stopped his breathing when small avalanche was coming down, because dog wasn’t sure if it took him with. But falling snow came far from him, just in bluff direction. Soon after that sound stopped.

Steele felt free. Just free from any duty or order. Something in his heart ceased and where used to be a dark place of anger and envy, appeared just a calm silence, ready to be filled with beauty of his world.

“With Berenice and pups.” He thought. “I’m no longer chasing my daemons. I’ve overrun them. In the end the vengeance was mine… I hope that God won’t huff about that one little competition to His monopoly.”

Suddenly sunlight came from the other side of mountains. Steele was than already in forest, safe from avalanche. So then he couldn’t stop himself from a triumphal howl. At last he was on the lead again.

“As you, dad.” He whispered. “Maybe not by your way, but somehow I came where you are.”

The End