Steele stood over the peacefully sleeping wolf-dog, blissfully unaware of the danger he was in. How Steele would have loved to simply tear past Balto's dirt brown fur and rip his throat out, but that would be messy and too easy and his plan would not work.

Swiftly, Steele slammed a paw down on Balto's muzzle, startling him enough to wake him up with a start, but Steele had always been stronger than him and easily held him down, all he could do was let out a muffled, "Steele" barely audible eno