Prologue

The earth colored female wolf ran quickly through the forest, two small bundles firmly gripped in her jaws. Snow was beginning to fall, glazing the whole forest with flecks of ice, and making her hot breath look like puffs of smoke. 

She eventually set the bundles down in the base of a hollowed tree, branches completely covered in a thick layer of white. They both started a chorus of squeaks and grunts, cold and confused in this new damp place. The mother ignored their squeaks, and gently began to cover the small opening of the tree with leaves and moss so the scent and cries of the pups would be muffled. She knew they would not survive, not in this harsh winter storm. But facing the alpha would be worse, after the crime she had committed.  At best, she would be shamed and made an omega, or sent away to live with a pack of lesser value. At worse, she would loose her own life.

She looked at the two pups carefully. The smaller, darker pup had his father’s eyes, but was beginning to take on the shape of a lanky, skinny wolf, like herself. The slightly taller and bigger one had his father’s dense husky coat, and milky, hazel, wolf-like eyes. They would have been a beautiful addition to her pack if they weren’t half-dogs. But it was her mistake, and she had to face the consequences if she were to survive. She gave the helpless pups one last mournful glance before she covered the remaining open space and trotted off into the fog.

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The two men walked along the snowy trail nestled deep in the forest of the northern Germany, wrapped in warm furs and deep in conversation. They're loud voices, thick with German accent, and crunching boots could be heard from all over the forest. 

They were followed by two dogs, one a silvery Siberian husky with vibrant green eyes, and the other a leaner, fluffier female river husky. The two dogs fell behind the humans, then started to have a soft conversation of their own.

"Falke, do you think the men are talking about our team?" asked the female to her companion.

He grunted in response. "Isn't that all they talk about? We need more members, Chazi, it's not a secret."

"But Laska will have her pups soon," she gently reminded him. "Even if there are not many, that will be an addition. And if we could just convince the musher to go to the sled auctions…"

"But even if Laska has her pups, there is no guarantee they will be good racers, or if the musher will even keep them to be race. And how would we convince the musher anyways, we ware not capable of human speech. And to me, it seems like the man that is walking with him is already trying to---"

"Wait, Falke, sorry to interrupt but the humans have stopped…" said Chazi, running off to meet the men a little farther ahead. 

Falke looked up to find, indeed, that the humans had stopped, and they were inspecting the base of an old tree. 

He ran to meet them too, and found what the humans were so engrossed in. Inside the hallow base of the tree,  two eyes were staring back at them. 

“There are pups in there!” Chazi whispered fiercely to Falke, just as the musher pulled two little scraps of fur out. The two men now took each pup and inspected them. Falke picked up a few words, such as "wolf" and "mixed" and "risky". The tree didn't just smell of dog scent though, there was something else, something familiar…

Chazi glanced over at the pups, and spoke, interrupting Falke's thoughts. "Those pups are so big already, even the smaller one. They must be crossed with something. Something tells me they are…"

"…not full dog." Falke finished her sentence for her. " You're right." 

He sighed, his mixed emotions reflecting in his eyes, and received a startled glance from Chazi. 

"They're half-dogs."