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When Steele woke, the first thing he felt was throbbing pain.
It pulsed behind his eyes, a dull, heavy sting that made the world tilt slightly when he tried to lift his head. He groaned softly, blinking against the dim light filtering into the cave. The ceiling above him was rough stone, streaked with frost and shadow. Cold air drifted through the entrance, but the brutal wind from earlier was gone.
Steele lay still for a moment, breathing slowly through his nose. The scent of snow and stone filled his lungs. There was something else too, but faint, almost gone now. The smell of another canine lingered in the cave, woven into the cold air like a fading thread.
He lifted his head a little higher, nostrils flaring as he sniffed again. The scent was unfamiliar, but not threatening. Not fresh enough to matter. Whoever had been there was gone. Steele dismissed it with a low huff. His stomach tightened sharply, twisting with hunger. That sensation was far more urgent than the fading smell of another dog. He pushed himself onto his paws, though the movement sent another wave of pain through his skull. The world swayed for a moment, and he braced his stance instinctively, legs spreading slightly to steady himself. His stomach growled loudly.
Large paws padded across the cave floor as he began searching.
He lowered his nose to the ground, sniffing along the packed snow and cold stone. His movements were purposeful, instinct-driven. A slow circle around the cave. A pause near the walls. Another sniff.
Nothing. No scraps. No bones. Just old stone. Steele let out a frustrated sound under his breath, pacing again. His tail flicked once behind him, irritation creeping into his movements. Hunger sharpened his senses but also agitated him. The cave held no food, and whatever had been here before had left nothing behind.
He stopped near the entrance and peered out into the open gorge.
The storm had passed. The sky above the cliffs was pale and cold, but calm. Snow glittered faintly where the wind had smoothed it into gentle ridges. For a moment Steele simply stood there, watching the quiet world outside as if trying to understand how he had gotten here. His brow furrowed faintly, ears flicking back.
“…Great,” he muttered to no one in particular, voice hoarse.
He glanced back at the empty cave as though expecting someone to answer him. No one did. Steele shifted his weight, pacing again, claws faintly scratching against frozen stone. The ache in his head refused to fade. Every movement reminded him something was wrong, something missing, but whenever he tried to focus on the thought, it slipped away like snow through his frozen paws.
His stomach growled again. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered irritably, more to the sensation than anything else. “I hear you.” He lowered his nose again, pawing along the ground near the entrance.
For several moments the cave remained deathly still and quiet.
Then, soft pawsteps crunched lightly through snow outside.
The transformation was immediate. Muscles tightened under his thick fur, shoulders squaring as instinct surged forward. The confusion in his posture vanished, replaced by a powerful, defensive stance. His tail lifted slightly. His ears angled forward. His lips curled just enough to reveal the edges of his teeth.
Balto appeared along the ridge leading to the cave, his brown-gray coat dusted with frost. In his jaws hung a limp arctic rabbit, white fur speckled with red where the kill had been clean and swift. His steps became careful, measured. His body lowered slightly as he approached, movements deliberate and quiet. His ears remained neutral, not pinned back, but not forward either. His tail hung low, relaxed but still. The posture was non-threatening, cautious.
Steele responded immediately. A deep growl rumbled from his chest. He stepped forward, shoulders rising as his frame expanded to full height. His lips pulled back farther now, exposing more teeth. The sound vibrated through the cave walls: low, warning, territorial.
Balto’s eyes studied Steele calmly. He shifted his weight slightly, angling his body instead of facing Steele head-on. His head lowered another inch, gaze softening as he avoided locking eyes too directly. It was the kind of subtle gesture wolves used to signal restraint rather than challenge. Steele's growl deepened anyway.
His hackles rose along his spine, thick fur lifting in a ridge from neck to tail. He stepped forward again, claws digging into the packed snow as he advanced. His posture was unmistakably aggressive. Head low, shoulders forward, body stiff with warning.
Balto held his ground for a moment longer. Then, slowly, he resumed moving. He approached the cave entrance at an angle, never quite looking Steele directly in the eyes. His pace was slow enough that every movement could be clearly read. The rabbit hung loosely from his jaws, limp and fresh. Steele’s growl sharpened.
Balto lowered his head further and stepped inside the cave, slow enough that the movement barely disturbed the air. Steele’s growl spiked instantly, snapping louder as he lunged half a step forward.
Balto lowered the rabbit onto the cave floor. The moment the prey touched the snow, Balto stepped backward. Steele didn’t hesitate. The growl turned into a sharp snarl as he surged forward, teeth flashing. His shoulders slammed through the space Balto had just occupied, forcing the wolfdog to retreat another step further.
Steele snatched the rabbit from the ground and jerked it back toward himself, paws bracing over the carcass possessively. His lips peeled back again in a warning as he shot Balto a final glare.
Balto stopped just outside the cave. Steele ignored him after that. He tore into the rabbit with powerful, greedy bites, ripping through the meat with impatient aggression. Snow scattered beneath his paws as he devoured the kill quickly, swallowing with raw urgency.
The cave filled with the sound of tearing meat and cracking bone.
And Balto, standing just beyond the entrance, watched in silence.