Prologue

Prologue

Luke swam his way through the avalanche. He hoped that his pack was safe and had gotten out of the way in time. Luke coughed as he inhaled a mouthful of snow. He was growing tired, yet the avalanche was only getting stronger. He could feel it gathering speed and momentum. Luke gasped as he struggled to keep his head above the snow. Get out! Get out! were his only thoughts. His legs screamed in protest as he churned the heavy snow. He was tired. His leg's were barely moving fast enough. Luke took one big breath, and then everything went black.
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Whiskey carefully plodded through the snow. It was easy for him; being a trained Avalanche Rescue Dog and all, but he still was careful. There were lots of dangers in a avalanche zone, and the avalanche was bound to start moving again.
Dropping his head, Whiskey began to zero in on a scent. The scent was warm, and kept getting warmer. Reaching the place where the scent was warmest, Whiskey began to use his huge paws to shift the snow away. No furious digging would help. Soon Whiskey's paw hit something warm and furry, and he began to dig faster. Faster, and faster he dug, until he had uncovered the furry thing. He stared at it in amazement. It was a huge wolf.