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╠ Introduction ╣
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- Wandering her way up the snowy mountain, blistering winds pushed against Sasha, blowing her coat flat to her tired form and testing her faded strength. This was her twelfth year on these mountains, training young Siberian huskies to become apart of the next winning team of the great Iditarod race. Ten years ago, Sasha was on that winning team- she and the other elders of the training camp all were and they were there now for one reason and one reason only. To pass on their knowledge of survival. Not only for the treterous terrain ahead, but beyond the camp... a pack of wolveswatched their every move...just waiting to pick them off.
...Or so they thought.
Sasha reached the peak of the incline and sat on her haunches, waiting for him in the place she promised the year before and every year since the old grey and white Siberian Husky could remember. Extending her neck, the female lifted her muzzle slightly, trying to catch the scent of the wolf pack's Alpha male, but through the thick blunder of snow, it was seemingly hopeless. Tail swishing against the powdered frost that lay on the top surface of the mountain, Sasha's ears pricked to the sound of rushing paw steps, plowing through the snow with great force. It was the young male she had been waiting for- Havoc -the Alpha Male of Galena Creek Wolf Pack. Before him, the alpha of the pack was much older... but like all things, time had put change into potion.
- "Greetings, Sasha of Anchorage. It is a pleasure meeting you," Havoc dipped his head in greeting to the elder of the Siberian Training camp.
"The pleasure is my own, i was always quite fond of your pack and the company you bring..." she put lightly, partly lying before nodding back her own form of greeting. "Were you briefed about our agreement, prior to your Alpha's passing?" the elder asked the younger wolf, curious of his intentions.
"Why don't you refresh my memory, so we are clear." the alpha snickered snidely. He already knew what the old runner was talking about.
"There mustn't be any interactions between my trainees and your pack... It is absolutely forbidden. Should my trainees come into your pack's territory... you will report it to me and i will do the same for you. I will promise the safety of your pack members- meaning i will ward off any humans who come into contact, so long as your wolves do not attack any of my teams while on their runs." she firmly stated, her head high and eyes narrowed at the younger male. "Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am... Is there anything else i can do for you, princess Sasha..." Havoc asked, teasingly emphasizing her name at his distaste for her uppity tone.
"Good." Sasha nodded firmly, seemingly ignoring his comment until she rose to her paws. Before padding down the hill and back to camp, the grey and white female looked over her shoulder and cleared her throat. "Oh- and Havoc?"
"Yes?" the male called back, lifting his head slightly, wondering what could be the matter.
"It's Queen Sasha," she smiled, before finally heading down the mountain to the camp to greet all of her trainees.

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