After Prince Darkness goes back in time to the year 1925, he comes across a town in Nome, Alaska, that has been effected by the diphtheria disease, plus he meets a furry friend along the way to help find the cure. Will they make it?
As I continued to parkour across the buildings I saw the wolf and goose in the distance, I still wanted to see who they were. I looked down and leaped into the snow below.
Me: OOF
I got up and brushed off all the snow that was on me. I continued to follow that wolf until he stopped and lifted up his muzzle and sniffed the air. I stopped dead in my track, thinking he might've smelt me. Just then he and I saw a pack of wolves in the distance as his face softened.
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Interested, the wolves howled at him. The wolf releases a huff of air, pulling back his ears sadly, looking like he wanted to respond but doesn't seem to be able to howl. The other wolves look at each other in confusion and he backs away in shame.
Me: *That was strange*
Goose: Not a dog. . .not a wolf. All he knows is what he's not. If only he could see what he is. Oy.
The goose said sullenly, watching the wolves leave. As I continued to follow them they led me to a large beached, wooden boat. How it got there, I'm not sure.
As he went onto the boat, I climbed onto a large snow hill and watched over them. While I did that, that goose decided to cheer his best friend up, popped out of a hole in the deck and gnawing on a bone like a dog and lapping water from a water bowl. The wolf walked past him lost in his own thoughts. He nosed his way under an old blanket and plopped down, watching his old wind-up squeaky toy rolling in front of him from under his blanket with mild annoyance. The goose reappeared grinning and waved. The wolf watched him carefully, not wanting to have to tell his friend he wanted to be left alone. Once He was in front of him, the goose burst out into a frantic Russian dance. When it didn't work, he bowed his head and walked over to him.
Me: *Did you just perform a Russian dance to cheer someone up? How does that work?*
The goose lay next to his friend and they let out a collective sigh.
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The wolf's ears suddenly perked and they both looked up to see a flock of geese flying overhead. I saw it too.
The wolf cheered up a little, lifting his head and giving the goose a sly look.
Wolf: Home...sick, Boris? You ever think about going back?
He asked wistfully.
The goose ruffled the fur on the top of the wolf's head.
Goose: Don't fret, Fido. I'm sticking here until I'm sure you can stand on all four feet, hmmm?
He said while beginning to mop the floor.
Wolf: You're... taking care of me?
Goose: Don't thank me
The wolf chuckled, standing back up and sniffing the air.
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Wolf: I smell...herring!
Goose: The herring are flying south, too
Wolf: Heeyyy...must be Muk and Luk!
Me: *Muk and Luk?*
Goose: Oh hah! Good news!
The goose said whilst picking up his broom in order to defend himself for some reason.
Uncle Boorrisss!"
I heard a voice from the distance
Goose: Oh no!
Wolf: How sweet. . .Uncle Boris!
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The wolf teased as I saw two polar bears came bounding onto their old boat. The goose looked at the wolf, unimpressed.
Goose: No hugging! No licking!
The goose yelled, using his mop and bucket as a sword and shield.
Small bear: Uncle Boris!
The small bear yelled running towards him.
I then saw the bigger bear grab the goose from behind with a big smile on his face. He started to lick the goose, mumbling something unintelligible as Feathers flew all over.
Small bear: He says, he's glad to see you! We love you, Uncle Boris!
The small bear blubbers as the goose grabs fistfuls of his feathers and plants them back in their proper places, ripping a flight feather from the bigger bear's paws, causing him to bawl.
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Small bear: What are you talkin' about? Of course he's glad to see us. He loves us. Don't you?
Goose: Okay, okay. Hey Boitshicks! Let's play a game
Small bear: Yes, please, Uncle Boris!
Goose: Race you to the shore, one two three go!
The goose let them run off, diving off the side of the boat.
Goose: They win
He said as they splashed into the water.
Small bear: Help! Help! We can't swim! Help! Help! We're drowning! We're drowning! Save us! Please!
