This is the same fanfiction as The Penguins of Madagascar: By Me, I have renamed it to a better name. Also, this scene is the North Wind's backstory! Yay!

At that same time, on вверх if the world, there seemed to be a similar thing going on. Well, not really that similar, but there where four other baby animals. One of the great differences is that they weren't recognized as chicks. These little guys where known as pups, cubs, and owlets.

Along this other Холодное сердце тундра ran a longer variety of animals. Волки and polar bears prowled the land, while owls and hawks roamed the sky. Seals and whales swam the water, while caribou and reindeer ran the snowy meadows.

There was one little волк in particular. He stood out much from the others, with his large head and nose. Morning was approaching, but in the Arctic at that time, the sun never really set. Regardless, the little wolf's pack was still in a deep slumber. Except for that little волк pup.

He was woken up from a drop of snow that landed in his large nose. The pup jumped up from his sleeping stance, and sneezed. He was silent for a few секунды before looking around at the others. They where still sound asleep, and the sun was climbing higher in the sky. The pup deduced they wouldn't be up for a while. That, of course, was a good thing. He had something he wanted to do.

Slowly and gingerly jumping around the rest of the wolves, he made his way to the outer edge of the pile. Finally, he made it there, then quickly ran into a clearing of trees. He hid behind a tree, then looking back to make sure he wouldn't be missed, he jumped up onto only two legs. Then he began to make his way through the first, walking around (like a person) and jumping behind trees.

Finally, he got to the certain tree, trademarked by its small size around the rest. The pup put his paws up on the bark of the evergreen дерево and looked up, smiling.

"Eva!" the pup hollered, then backed up from the tree, still looking up.

Several секунды later, a little owlet bust from the tree, and fluttered down to the волк pup. She hovered with her white wings about eye level of the wolf.

"Hello Classidy! " the owlet, Eva, сказал(-а) to the pup, in her Russian accent. "How are you?"

"Awful!" The pup, Classidy cried. He suddenly grabbed Eva out if the air in a warm, fuzzy hug. "They won't stop making fun of me!!" he sobbed.

As Eva struggled to get out if the tight hug, she patted his back with her wing. "Don't worry, they'll stop soon." She got out of Classidy's grip and dropped on the ground gracefully, and stood up again. "Just as long as Ты Показать them what a big, tough волк Ты are!" She gave him a fake перфоратор, удар, пунш in the leg. "Hurrah!"

Classidy fell down on his face first into the shallow snow in another sob. Eva took a quick step back as he unexpectedly fell, then ran right back up to comfort her friend. "It's okay..." she soothed him, petting his arm.

Classidy looked up at Eva, his tiny muzzle slightly covered in snow, and cries out loudly in her face: "I'M RUINED!!!!"
Eva looked shocked as his voice and breath ruffled her head feathers, they now went sideways.

Meanwhile, a little ways away, a group of seals swam in the water. They were all cute and fluffy and smiled, hoping around on the ice and in the water.

But, just like the волк pack, there seemed to be a little outcast if the group. Very little, much smaller than the rest of the seals. Even the rest of the baby seals. This little печать was extra tiny and fluffy.

"Why don't Ты come in the water, shorty!" one of the other seals shouted at the tiny, fluffy one. He wasn't swimming like the others, the tiny, fluffy one liked land better.

"No, it's boring!" the tiny печать yelled at the others. He continued to play with the snow and ice, shaping it into cool shapes with his flippers. He made a sphere, a cube, and he tried to make an octagon, but his flippers were useless for that.

After having his fun with the snow and ice, the little печать was bored. He didn't want to swim, but he couldn't wander away from the group, in fear of being attacked by a polar медведь или wolf. But, of course, the little печать wasn't too afraid of his enemies. After all, Ты can't really be afraid of something Ты have never seen. So, he began to hop away from the water.

"Ha! Yes! Don't come back, shorty!" the fluffy печать heard the rest of the seals yell back at him. So, it was then decided by him that he wouldn't go back. After all, it wouldn't affect the rest of the seals. And the tiny, fluffy печать would be happy to stay away from their bullying comments.

The baby печать smiled as he hopped along in the snow. Then he heard a shout behind him. "POLAR BEAR!"
The печать knew that the shout was from one of the other seals. He turned his head as he heard the splashes of other seals hopping into the water. And a big, fluffy white thing running towards him.

His first thought was Cool, a polar медведь , but then he thought Oh, no, a polar bear!

The little печать tried to hop away as quickly as he could, which really wasn't too fast. Then, he felt himself being picked up, and-

Hugged? The polar медведь was hugging him. Well, it was a polar медведь cub.

"So fluffy!" the cub cooed, squeezing the baby seal. The печать attempted to escape.

"Stop hugging me! Aren't Ты suppose to eat me или something?" the печать exclaimed. So the polar медведь set him down.

"Yuck, eat seal. I would never eat seal." the polar медведь said. "I just wanted to see how fluffy one was."

"Good idea, Ты scared everyone away."

The polar медведь put his paw to his mouth. "Oh no! Can Ты get back to them?!"

"Not that I would want to," the печать looked back at where the others seals where before, "BULLIES!" he shouted.

The polar медведь gave a quick smile. "What's your name? I'm Corporal."

The печать paused. "Name?"

"What are Ты called?"

"Oh yeah! Shorty!"

Corporal raised an eyebrow. "Can I call Ты Short... Short something..."

The polar медведь droned on about possible names for the little seal. Finally, the печать insisted that Corporal just called him 'Short'.

Over in the woods nearby, Classidy and Eva where still talking. Classidy worried about the rest of the волк pack, they weren't nice, или orderly. There was no way that he would fit in there. Classidy was a волк of perfection, everything had to be perfectly planned, unlike the rest of the pack. They just did Болталка shenanigans, barely accomplishing anything.

Eva was very sympathetic to her friend's pleas. She knew about being the only seemingly smart one. Eva would know, she was wiser than the wisest owls. But not just wise in common sense, but in intelligence. She knew that the sun rose and set, but she also knew why and how.

Meanwhile, the rest of the birds would dub the sun as "A large ball of hot stuff too high in the sky to fly to".

Classidy was also very insulted by his downright girly name. Eva didn't have a problem with it, but it was a big thing for him. All the rest of the Волки in the pack called him a sissy and weak. Which, Classidy was the exact opposite of.

"If I even make it to a higher ranking in the pack, no one would ever listen to me!" Classidy exclaimed, leaning on one of the trees, as Eva perched on one of the branches.

"Well, I would say Ты would need to Показать some strength. Since most of the others in your pack value strength еще than smarts, which I am against, but that would help. Maybe-" Eva replied, but was cut short when they heard a siren begin to blare. Instantly, Eva flew up to the вверх of the дерево as fast as a bullet, looked around and zoomed back down. "More people. Coming from the mountain."

Classidy sighed. "Another easy to put-out огонь started in the snow?"

"No, it looks like someone's stuck!"

Back with Corporal and Short, they heard the siren blare. Short winced. "What's that!?"

"People. That's people in trouble. They're fine." Corporal replied. He didn't like interfering with people.

"Can we go help them?!" Short exclaimed. The печать was a печать of action, and he liked to do just that. He began to quickly hop towards the thin strip of forest, that led up to the mountain.

Corporal sighed. He didn't like people. They weren't cute или cuddly. They ran from him in fright, for some reason.

"Come, Corporal! Let's go help them!" Short shouted back. "I'm not too good at walking, if Ты realize! I have no legs!"

But the loyal медведь couldn't refuse a request. He ran up behind Short, scooped him up in his muscular arms, and ran towards the mountain at a triangular angle to the forest.

"That's еще like it!" Short shouted.

Near around the other way, Classidy and Eva ran/flew quickly at a triangular length to the forest in attempt to get to the forest.

Then, the two teams collided.

Dun, dun, dun! To be continued!