The Ice Bridge Builders

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Koda loved the silence of the frozen wilderness. His powerful legs pushed through deep snow as he pulled his empty sled across the endless white landscape. The husky's thick fur rippled in the arctic wind, and his breath formed clouds in the icy air. He had delivered supplies to the mountain village and was heading home to Frost Harbor, just as he did every week. Alone. Just the way he liked it. The rhythm of his paws on snow was the only sound for miles, and Koda smiled to himself. This was his world - vast, quiet, and all his own.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, Koda reached the top of a hill. Below him stretched the frozen river that connected Frost Harbor to Mountain Peak Village. The ancient ice bridge sparkled in the fading light - the only crossing for a hundred miles. Koda had used this bridge since he was a pup, racing across its smooth surface with his sled gliding behind. He paused to catch his breath, watching the northern lights begin their dance above. Tomorrow he would rest, then make another solo journey. Perfect.