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"It's all your fault!"

The phrase alone had stuck with Tuska the entire way back to the airport and beyond. Shouted from Taylo every chance that he had. Arthur tried to calm him down and even prevented him from attacker her a couple times mid way through their return. The mountains were a very short distance away from the airport, so the walk only took about an hour from there. On top of knowing how badly she had failed, she also knew how close she had been to success.

The four of them stumbled into the airport and were immediately rushed to the on sight care facility to help them recover from the hypothermia they were beginning to experience. Tuska felt like she was in a daze through the whole experience. While she was being taken care of there came a whole host of people walking in and demanding what had happened while out on the mission.

She explained to them what had happened in a monotone, her mind still not fully in the present. From there a lot of stuff happened that Tuska couldn't quite remember, just snippets of heavily fogged memories. She remembered being in Webber's office and him screaming at her in a rage. She remembered the police coming in and taking her away to be questioned about what had happened.

Tyke wasn't the first to have died out on a mission, through the years plenty of dogs and even whole teams had perished in freak incidents or under negligent leadership. Under cases of negligent leadership there could be jail time or worse, which was the whole reason for the circus that followed.

ChemoCorp tried to pursue legal action against Tuska and the airport for the loss of equipment and research but came to find that they were being considered to be liable for what had happened, though Taylo often said otherwise. Arthur and Reggie were the only ones that seemed to have a clear mind about the whole situation and who's testimony was relied on the hardest.

They corroborated Tuska's story and even gave more details about the weight of the over burdened sled and how it was likely the greatest reason for its loss and for the loss of Tyke. ChemoCorp claimed no such responsibility but under court order, a manifest was produced from the research station and indeed confirmed that ChemoCorp was the one actually at fault.

When a special dive team was sent out to recover the sled, its contents, and the deceased brother, it only further proved that they were the ones really at fault. Tuska and he rest of her team weren't entirely convinced of the such, but no one except Taylo said it out loud.

It wasn't until the middle of summer that the whole ordeal was put to rest and Tuska was left alone, though she no longer had a team as Webber stripped her of her leadership status and left her to fend for herself. She was allowed to still stay at the airport, she was even allowed to go on missions so long as she wasn't in any position of authority. The problem was was that because of the whole situation she was a pariah for other sled teams. The only bright side that came out of the whole situation was that Arthur, Taylo, an Reggie were all picked up in a heartbeat by other teams.

Per the deal with her contract, ChemoCorp had paid her half up front for the mission which was entirely nonrefundable. She had tried to divvy the amounts of the partial payment out to what remained of her team but Reggie and Arthur refused to take there portion, explaining that she would need it more than them, and they were right. Taylo just plain refused to have any words with her or even look her in the eye, so she assumed his portion was forfeit as well.

When she was finally allowed to be by herself back in her own room after all of the people were done talking to her and all of the court proceedings were dealt with, she was finally able to cry.

She cried hard and loud for days on end. Hugging her pillow and pushing her face into its soft side as the tears came on like waterfalls. It was the first moment of clarity that she had had for months and she spent almost every waking moment still lying on her bed.

The few times that she stopped crying was to talk to her mother over the phone, but even there she wasn't able to escape the shame. Her mother's condition had halted for the moment, a new procedure proving to be effective in combating the cancer but there was still the issue of helping her with finances. While losing her close co-worker and lover, there was still the hearty sting of having failed her mission.

In the months that followed the tragedy it was rare for Tuska to talk to anyone, let alone to hold a decent conversation. She rarely went out for food, which helped her financial situation in a way. With what meager amount she had she was able to continue living at the airport for quite a while, paying rent from her failed mission contract.

Spring turned to summer and Summer was turning to Fall, and yet for all that time it seemed like it rushed by to the husky woman. In the throws of her depression she wasn't able to get any sleep, her body too intent on reminding her that she hadn't had any sex for the longest time. Countless nights were had with her writhing around for hours on end until she finally became so exhausted that her body would shut down.

These kind of fitful rests would never last more than a couple hours and whenever she would wake up from them, the cycle would start itself over. As such she was always groggy and angry at the slightest thing.

A temporary solution that she found was when she would go down to the Airport bar and pick up a friendly stranger that didn't know about her past and take him to her apartment for what she hoped would be good sex. But it would seem that her time spent with other huskies had spoiled her to feeling pleasure.

It as rare to find a guy that would have the endurance to fuck both of her holes, and even more rare that she'd find a guy that was able to make her cum. Those kinds of nights still never afforded her much sleep, but it was better than nothing at least.

Read the full chapter here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/warmth-in-arctic-18337381