~ ᗯEᒪᑕOᗰE TO ᗩᒪᗩᔕKᗩ ~

Plot

Your heart pounds and your legs throb as you struggle to push through the thickening blizzard-like snow. You must strain your ears to the faint commands of your musher against the thrum of your teams paws and the jangling of your harness. You keep telling yourself that this is what you've trained your whole life for but you also worry of the worst to come. Blizzards are the teams worst nightmare and come with major setbacks. You push your legs harder than ever, hoping the destination is close by since the blizzard has seemed to swallow you whole. Straining to see, only taillengths in front of you, you slam into something hard, knocking the wind out of you. the sled goes spiraling, dragging you in the snow with your harness still attatched. Luckily a branch catches on to you, setting you free of the sled as it slides off a steep cliff. Most of your team made it free, but the musher is nowhere to be seen...

Can you make it back to camp with what's left of your team, without the guidance of your musher? Or will you perish, never to be seen again?

TᕼE ᑭᗩᑕK

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Name | Position | Mentions

Taro groaned, lifting his head to see what had happened. He last remembered being focused on running and wondering when they would have the chance to speed up when he'd felt faint and suddenly faded away into nothing.

He gingerly shook himself off, shivering slightly. He suddenly let out a loud yelp, staggering as his hind leg jerked and suddenly began to ache. He whimpered when he noticed how numb his leg was, but refused to stop moving. Taro inhaled sharply, limping the rest of his body out of the snow and looking around to see if he could see anyone else.

" Hello??" He howled, his ear perking up suddenly at the sound of a far off voice. He quickly turned towards the noise, hoping it was another one of his own." Hello?!" He called as he ran, or, atleast attempted to. His leg kept him from running too fast, agitating him only a little bit, but he kept pushing himself to go on and forced his leg to cooperate.

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It had all happened so fast. One moment he and the others were taking a sharp turn, and the next.. well it is still a little foggy. He could only faintly remember the turn of events. A piercing pain shot through his head and he winced. The muscular male tried to stand but it wasn't until then he realized he was still attached to the sled.
He stopped struggling after a while due to the fact that it only made his situation worsen. Instead, maybe he could find out where exactly he was. His ears stood upright and he did his best to shake the snow out of them before taking in his surroundings. His was in the forest passage and the scent seemed the same as when they were traveling during the blizzard. Large trees surrounded him and seemed like they were closing in. Trying not to panic in his tangled position, Dakota tried tugging at his harness. He needed to get out of here. Then he began to wonder about the others and let out a low howl of dismay.

He had to find them. As much as he wanted to leave and let them figure it out themselves he knew he needed to find them. His lifted his keen nose to the breeze that remained from the blizzard. His musher, the man who had did his best to direct them from the blizzard, was no where in sight or scent. But he could however detect the smell of other canines.
Dakota began tugging at his harness again looking for the breakaway strap and he began cursing under his breath as the plastic like material cut his gums. The salty taste of blood filled his mouth but he continued ripping at his temporary prison.
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Tukaii lay under the snow, barely breathing. The weight of the snow was suffocating but she her eyes were to heavy to open. Her mind was fuzzy and she was barely conscious. I have to get out. She was screaming to herself but the cold embrace of the snow had its grip on her. It welcomed her with open arms. It was comforting to her tired body and mind. She didn't fight the urge to stay and let the ice and snow keep her.
Her whole life had revolved around the thrill of the race. The fastest and smartest survived. But for once she let the mindset slip and thought about everything else this frozen wasteland had to offer. What the world had to offer besides being a sled dog.
She was born into it. A new breed that was supposed to take the lead. She wasn't given the option to find her own destiney. This could be it. Her mind was getting dark again. Struggling against the lack of oxygen under the snowdrift.
(Might kill her off. Might not.)

Amka drifted back into the state of consciousness and winced as her body was bruised. He looked around and saw he team littered like fallen autumn leaves. She shake herself off , ridding herself of the cold snow that had covered her. Amka quickly accessed herself, what she could gather is that her body was bruised , her left for-leg was cut and bleeding. It made splashes on the white. With a few days it would heal it wasn't deeply cut although the dog wondered and worried about wolves and other carnivores. She didn't want them to come to her team and pick them off as they were weak just because of her cut . She licked it roughly and quickly until it stopped bleeding and then looked around. She frantically looked for Taro who was her friend , they had met years ago and become friendly and loyal with each other. She spotted him a sun went up to him his tail wagging. "Taro...I'm going to help Dakota...I'll see you soon" Amka spoke quietly to Taro almost like she didn't want to disturb a mouse nest. The truth was that she didn't want to be loud as it attracted attention to her.

Amka trotted to Dakota who was by the sled which was on a ledge a little over the cliff and spoke calmly to her " Dakota.. relax". She let the dog process her words before taking the clasp in her jaws and bite into it. She tried not to wince as sharp pain went up all her teeth. Finally she managed to crunch through it and the harness became looser, she then spent some time looking for the musher but after a few moments has passed . It was clear that the musher was not there anymore. She sat down by the sled and began spitting out the bits of hard plastic clasp that dug into her gum.

Nala | Lead Dog | M: Azula

Nala’s ears twitched to the distant sound of what sounded like… other dogs? She shot up, wincing at the injured leg she had forgotten about. I must’ve fallen asleep, she thought to herself. Not long though, since she sun seemed to be just coming to its highest peak. “Hello?!” she called out, pausing incase she heard a reply, nothing. I must be too far away. Nala liked to consider herself a solitary dog, which was odd considering she was a part of a team, but the solitude always felt nice, almost peaceful. She liked to tell herself that she could survive on her own, without the aid of the other dogs, but she hated to admit to herself, I know nothing about survival. She was always accustomed to her person bringing her food to her in a bowl, sleeping in the comfort of the barn everyone slept in, and those annual vet checkups.

She knew she had to switch her mindset, even if she thought she didn’t need them, maybe they needed her, maybe they were in trouble, I’ve got to find them. She told herself at last, and that is just what she would do. She stuck her shiny black nose in the air, really concentrating this time. Her big Husky ears made slight movements, listening carefully. “I’ve got it!” she exclaimed. She had picked up a faint scent, she couldn’t quite tell who it was, but she had guessed it was one of the other team dogs. Nala set forward, continuing to let her hind leg drag behind her, and keeping her nose in the air.

She pushed through some bramble, making her collar jangle a bit, squinting for any life forms. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something move, startled, she dove behind a bush hoping whatever it was, didn’t see her. Peeking through, she watched the shaded figure make its way about the forested area. She watched as the figure shook snow from their pelt. Nala’s eyes grew wide as a puppy with her little heart beating faster and faster! “Azula!”, she exclaimed, silently cursing at herself for not noticing who she she-dog was before. Nala was ecstatic, knowing she’d no longer be on the search by herself.

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Dakota thumped his tail against the ground happy to see Amka and even happier as she freed him. He was grateful for her help and as he stood up he could see they were near the cliff. "Thank you Amka." He said though his voice was dark and gruff. His gazed wandered and he spotted Taro. That's two. Nine more to find.

He sat back on his haunches and lifted his head. It would be pointless to wander looking for his companions. His howl he let out was low and mournful, sounding close to a wolf, but not quite. "If they're out there let them come to us" he said to Amka. His eyes wandered to the sled. Food. His nose twitched warily but he went against his gut and crept towards sled. Towards the cliff.
Once Dakota reached the sled he looked for any supplies that might be of later use. His ancestors would never support the idea of relying on humans. Hell, he had been a servant for them for his whole life. But right now, they needed all the help they could get.
Dakota sank his teeth into a package wrapped in leather and fur. He dug his feet into the snow to anchor himself while pulling the package free of the sled. It fell off with a thud into the snowy ground and he did his best to open it but gave up once he realized there was no food inside.
He huffed but went back to the others and sat down, he was sore from the wreck. He was no use to the others if he was exhausted and hurting. He closed his eyes and drifted into a uneasy sleep.