A Dog's Heritage.

The Big Race

Assembled dogs let out whoops and hollers, bouncing around joyously, nipping at each other in pure excitement. Amongst those dogs was Yukon, a husky with a pure black overcoat, and a grey undercoat, with indigo eyes so sharp they could split glaciers. He himself let out a few barks of delight, before collecting himself at the whistle of his musher. Today was the day the dogs would be assigned their places in the sled team. Yukon, like all dogs, was hoping for the spot of lead dog, though, it was probably a dream that would be long ahead of him. Prancing cockily into the straps, he let his musher align his straps to the sled, while he shot a challenging expression at his rival, Cardinal, a pale white Husky with crimson eyes, resembling those of cardinal feathers. The female shot a glare back, before an elderly male cleared his throat at them, trying to calm the rivalry before the race even started. Yukon's cheeks suddenly lit with embarrassment at being scolded in-front of Cardinal. He couldn't bare her smug expression. "S-sorry, sir." He stammered. "Whatever, just save the flirting for after the race, not all of us like seeing the weird things teens do when they're in love." He mused. Now Yukon's cheeks were blood red, he let out a huff, tucking his ears to his head. Some old folks really had nerve! Now focused on the race, he had a heavy desire to win. Yukon braced for the gunshot, that pierced the ominous silence before the race, and at it, he felt his legs thrust him forward, letting out a howl as the wind gushed through his face. Nimbly, he thrust past the other sled dogs, immediately noticing the elderly dog right at his tail. Yukon winced, suddenly veering in front of the older husky, smirking. He ran relentlessly forward, feeling himself quickly lose his breath from pushing so fast to begin with. His rival, Cardinal, seemed to know this, and was quickly taking a lead ahead of him. He furrowed his brows at her, before trying to catch a lead ahead of her. The two raced side by side, tail by tail, eyeing the large ribbon ahead. Yukon quickly took a breath, feeling his straps burrow into his chest as the weight from his musher yanked them. His lungs pumped with the cold frigid air around them, creating a burning sensation. From deep inside his chest, he let out a howl, breaking forward, surging past the finish line with a victorious smirk before skidding to a hault, allowing his lungs to take a break.