Balto, Aftermath [Aleu has no one. I must be the one, and damnit, I will.]
Lothing, Wanting, Waiting . . . by Alexander "WolfmanXX" Gabriel Clark Intro Crunch, crunch. The metal plated boots trudged thought the snow, one heavy step at a time. I look into the sky staring into the beauty of the northern lights....
Loathing, Wanting, Waiting . . . Continued
\* \* \* Morning broke, the sun was rising, starting another long day, with a beak in my face. 'Is he alive?' with a hard Russian accent. I lifted my head from the wood. I felt my face cover, to check if it was still there. Sighing, I stood...