The Missing Dogs

The man musher pulled the sled through the never ending chilly ice and snow. He was ready to attach on the dogs, gray and white huskies named Fang, Frost and Fur. He came to the small igloo that served as their shelter in the dreary weather. He stuck his head into the small opening and whisted. He poked in his head in and looked. His comrades were gone! He walked around the rugged surface of the snow. He didn't know it, but he had just walked into a blizzard.
The boy screamed. He had almost gotten to the checkpoint rock of the practice. Suddenly, a person walked into the boy's way. He steered his skis around the person then caught on to a cliff of ice. The  person came running to him, doing an experienced jump along the way. They had a small chat. After it, the boy couldn't believe his ears. They must of been stuffed with snow. His father's courageous dogs were gone? It couldn't be true. Yet his father ordered a search in the village. the boy made his search of the jagged rocks slipperly with ice. After 30 minutes, his search was more than victorious than his father's. He had found a dead artic bear! With the 3 days following him and the body in his hands, he set of proudly, in search of the village.