another of my balto drawings

Within blades of white snow under a setting sky, the clouds holding plumes of a gentle dhahabu sun, Balto sharply drew in the wind. He noticed the light the background, a shimmering nyota hidden within the trees of a mountain valley as well as the frosty blizzard.
Balto darted across the valley edge drawing closer to the lone twinkling on the light. nyota was the first to spot Balto as he spoke the wolfdog's name, the other mbwa looked and seemed thankful to see the wolfdog for once, all except Steele.
Steele snarled darkly to himself standing to watch the mutt look around. His eyes glared to...