I need a hero, to save me from this life....

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    Shasta:

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    Shasta walked into the ring. Just another fight... They opened the gate and a muscular wolf stepped out Just another fight! she thought. The wolf buffed up and sprung forward. She growled and jumped out of the way, grabbing its neck and tearing it open as he slipped threw her teeth. She didn't know where the humans got the other wolves, but she knew she had to fight one every night. She sat and howled. they opened her gate and she stepped back into the gate, covered in blood and ready for the next fight.

    Balto


    Smiling darkly, the white wolf blinked cold green-yellow eyes and looked through the cage's gate and sniffed. Blood... Not a humans... His smile slowly disappeared and became a menacingly silent snarl. Maybe a wolf had tried to escape but had, instead, been killed.
    Balto shook his head and his thick-furred tail stuck out the back of his small cage. There was no blood on him, and he wished to keep it that way. No wolf should wear the blood of his enemy on his pelt, especially a human's foul one. He'd heard the stories from his mother. If you wear a human's blood for a full hour, you are that human's pet.
    The white- and- ebony black wolf snarled when a cruel sound came, and then a howl. Another wolf, and a fresh scent of blood. Had this wolf killed her own?

    The humans cheered as they opened her cage door, then his. She stood, covered in blood, and waiting to see her opponent. Just another fight. she kept telling herself It will all be over soon. They will free you after one. Last. Fight. she knew this was a lie, but it gave her a small hope.

    The male wolf burst from his cage and looked up and around him, all but ignoring the she-wolf in front of him. Humans. He bared his teeth and lunged at one of them, falling short on the high wall. Then, he froze and looked at Shasta.
    "You have the blood of ours on your pelt. Why do you behave as their pet?" Balto growled, and then rolled his shoulders. She looked ready to fight, so he would be ready, too. But, in his pack, he was the beta. The best fighter.

    "Because..." She didn't answer. She looked away and her head shot back to him and she growled, stamping a foot as her keeper yelled at her in angry tones. "I`m Sorry." She whispered. In her last pack she was being made Alpha when they had caught her. She lunged, Gripping his shoulder and shaking him like a ragdoll.

    Balto lunged away, feeling his skin being ripped into. Instead of leaping back at her, though, he bounded toward the wall, at top speed, and jumped up. His claws hit the edge and he tried to pull himself up.
    The watching humans yelled in fear as he snapped at feet.

    She willed him to be free. She ran at him and pretended to jump up and attack, but pushed him up and over the fence, making the humans scatter. She looked up at him. "Run." She told him.

    She jumped as he pulled her scruff. She glanced at him before she began slowly walking past frightened humans to a door. She hit it hard with her shoulder and it swung open with a bang. She looked back at him and raced off into the trees. Whe had he saved her? she wondered as she ran.

    Balto darted after her, only to be yanked back by the scruff as a human grabbed him. The white-and-ebony black male wolf twisted and bit into the human's forearm. He was dropped as the man howled in agony. Balto then charged, once more, after the strange she-wolf.

    As she was running she found a hole beneath some roots. She climbed under the roots and slunk into the shadows.

    Balto zoomed past her, knowing that he was. He didn't want the humans to think she was so close, so he swerved back, and then back once more to his original path before crouching behind a bush. When he was sure that they hadn't followed him, and he'd forced himself to stop thinking that they'd found the she-wolf, he got up warily and then loped stealthily after his already fading scent trail.

    She poked her head out and looked around. She didn't see the humans, or the male, so she crawled out and shook the dirt out of her paws. She needed a place to sleep for the night. She looked up at the stars and sighed before she started walking in the opposite direction as the humans.

    Balto almost crashed into her and sat down hard so he didn't. "Hey! There you are!" He sounded almost relieved to see her and then pricked his ears. "They're close, let's get out of here." He growled, standing up. He looked around and then sniffed the air. "There's a stream not to far from here. If we cross it, they'll lose us for sure."

    Balto bounded after her and, even though he knew the water was cold, plunged in fully. And, since the water was only shin-height, he crouched down, rolled, and then stood, shaking the water from his pelt. Then, he clambered out of the water and trotted off, careful not to brush anything.

    she got out after him, water dripping as she shook it off and followed him. She tried not to touch anything because she really didn't want to go back there. Then again... it was all she knew.

    It wasn't too long after when Balto slowed to a stop and said, his voice parted with soft pants, "We can rest here. I can't smell my pack anymore, but I'll to find them." He lifted his muzzle, slightly opening it as if he were to howl, but seemed to think better of it and instead, sniffed deeply. "They're... gone." He said mostly to himself, sounding shocked and frozen to the core.

    She walked around him. "Do you know of something to eat?" She asked as she sniffed the air for prey.

    Balto blinked and lowered his head. "Oh, urm, yeah. Yeah, just... Wait here, I'll be right back. You may as well get some sleep, as I won't go to far." His eyes were troubled as his nose twitched and his heart pounded.
    It shouldn't surprise him that his pack had left. His disappearance meant danger, especially when he hadn't returned their howls with reassurance. He walked off, slightly unsteady, as he found out the hard truth of being wild. You couldn't rely on wild wolves to stay in one place for him, it put them in too much of danger. He knew this, he even tried to rationalize with himself with this, but nothing helped. His pack was gone, and they had covered their tracks. He wasn't able to follow them.