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[cannibalcoyote]

Balto's Sister Ch.3: Concerned

Ch.2 Ch.4

As I walk through the snow covered streets of the town I hear the paw steps of Steele as he follows behind me, still in a slight daze of what I revealed to him not too many seconds ago. Looking forward past where the buildings end and into the horizon, I see the place where Balto resides, and a feeling of guilt washed over me. I realize that Balto needs me right now, and even though I may be conflicted over what to do with my predicament, I need to be there for my brother.

I slowed down gradually to a halt, Steele looking up and stopping next to me, looking down at me slightly due to his taller stature, but I was happy to see annoyance wasn't his expression, instead his eyes glistened with curiosity as to why I stopped walking.

Looking down at my black paws coated in powdery snow I attempt to quickly find a way to tell Steele I need to check on my brother without angering him. I know he's supposed to be my enemy, but I rather enjoy his company, when it's just us since he acts much more civil and not like a brainless brute.

"What is it princess?" Steele's question rings sharp through the crisp, cold air of winter. My ears fold down slightly as I look up at Steele.

"I do enjoy your company Steele, and I hope that we continue to get along, but I should be on my way to check on Balto." I state hesitantly, my voice softer than normal.

His eyes show in jealousy, he features hardening slightly as he hears Balto's name.

"Why are you always hanging around that mongrel? Does he have something I don't!" He quickly voices, a growl emitting from his throat as he glares at me slightly, awaiting an answer.

"No, no, there's nothing like that going on between me and Balto, I'm just really good friends with him is all. I know you and him don't get along at all, but I really must be checking on him, a lot of things have happened to him today, and being the friend I am, I should be there for him!" I state in exasperation, not wanting to argue with Steele over this.

Steele still doesn't seem very happy, he's growling at me slightly. "Fine then! Go to your mongrel and comfort him, but remember Princess, you are mine." His tone lowers intimidatingly as his words are final, but me being me, I always challenge authority.

"You'll have to prove yourself worthy before I become yours, now if you don't mind, I have a friend to console." I state promptly, walking away, not forgetting to lightly trace my fluffy tail against his jaw as I leave.

I hear him growl slightly, not aggressively, but more in the sense of a purr, causing me to form a slight smirk.

———————

Once out of the town, I bound over to the boat where Balto and Borris have decided to be their residence. As I hop up to the deck seeing Balto and Borris conversing, Borris mopping the floor as Balto does most of the talking.

"Ah Luko how nice of you to finally arrive." Borris states sarcastically as he finally noticed my presence.

"Well you know me, I'm always fashionably late" I stated as I let out a slight crackle, gearing Balto slightly chuckle as well.

"We were talking about the bird migration." Balto states, a smirk withholding itself upon his face. I soon smirk as well, as I realize what he is hinting at. I decided to humor him, lifting my nose and sniffing the air lightly.

"Hmm, I smell herring." I smirk at Balto. Him smirking back.

"Say, it must be Muk and Luk." Balto voices as he walks over to Borris, a smile on his face as he watches the goose continue to mop. Borris begins to say something until a high pitch yell is heard.

"Uncle Borris!! Uncle Borris!!!"

"Oh no." Is all Borris says, holding the mop in his hands as if it will make him invisible.

I love these guys, but I really can't deal with Muk and Luk right now. My confusing conversation with Steele has my mind all jumbled up, and I really just want to rest.

I say my goodbyes to Borris and Balto before pouncing out of the boat, walking back to the town to find a place to sleep for the night.

———————

As I arrive in the town I notice immediately that the doctor is quite busy, but what really got my attention was Jenna. She was standing outside the building, concern etched into her facial features and body language as she helplessly looked through the window, even releasing a bark in the hopes of gaining the people's attention.

I slowly walk up to her, concern evident in my eyes.

"Jenna? What are you doing outside the hospital." I question, concern dripping from my words as I hope the answer isn't what I think it is. I am soon confirmed however when I see Rosie bounding out of the hospital to see Jenna, attempting to play and run around with her, but immediately having to stop to release a coughing fit of the sort.

Jenna looks concerned and nudges Rosie slightly in the hopes she'll be alright. Rosie's father soon rushes outside calling her name, ushering her back into the building and out of the cold snow.

Jenna and I didn't talk about it, but I understood now why she was looking into the building.

"Jenna, I'm going to go now, but if you want to talk about it or anything, just bark my name." I say slowly, Jenna only nodding in response as her eyes never leave the window. I let out a slight sigh before going to find a place to sleep, walking around the building in hopes of finding a place close to where I am.

I happen to be in luck, I forgot all about the boiler room here. It hasn't been locked yet, so I pick the dirt open slightly before shutting it to trap the warmth. I curl up on the opposite side of the room, blending in with the shadows, slowly allowing myself to drift away into a tense slumber.

Ch.2 Ch.4

[phantomwritezstuff077]

The other universe:

I did it again guys, I made something sad

tag:

@slutforsnow

[blackbackedjackal]

I miss my taxidermy mentor. Like my ACTUAL mentor.

[cartoon-and-animal-lover]

So I just watched Saberspark's Balto video, and now I'm starting to wonder if maybe it was a good thing Togo didn't get the credit he deserved, considering what the real Balto went through.

[orphanedwolfandfriends]

Honestly have wanted a thread based on stuff like Balto, Tarzan, Iron Giant, ‘n shit like that but, the execution is my one problem, lol

Balto- Where it’s hope that is keeping the muse going at the most trying times.

Tarzan- Where despite differences, you’re a family or just an inseparable squad or pair.

Iron Giant- Idk just Cayla finding and forming a bond with something much bigger than her lol

[justapigeonn]

little personal wc design headcanon list cause i'm bored:

clear sky has a very pale intense stare. like imagine steele from balto but take it up to 10 - looking as him is genuinely uncomfortable

both leafpool and leafstar are torbies and have cute little ginger patches in their coats

splashtail is a ragdoll

darkstripe has a short tail

a good chunk of windclan is either an oriental shorthair, a cornish rex or a devon rex

despite being being mostly really fluffy, hollyleaf and lionblaze have much shorter fur on their tails, while for jayfeather it's the opposite

nightcloud is one of the very few longhaired windclan cats (selkirk rex)

darktail is a smoke maine coon

lightleap is the only one of the tigerclones (specifically the brown tabbies/ones that strongly resemble him, not just his descendants) that is longhaired

riverclan cats generally have a lot more body fat than the rest of the clans to keep them insulated during and after swimming

[tanadrin]

The subject of this week's You're Wrong About is the 1925 Nome serum run--the event (incorrectly, as it turns out) associated with the Iditarod in the popular imagination--and although I think it's a story a lot of Americans are vaguely aware of, it's terrific to hear it told again. This rendition features Togo, a sort of dog-Gilgamesh whose Enkidu is pulling sleds, some extremely determined Norwegians, and a governor of Alaska named Bone. We are reminded that this feat was accomplished in temperatures of around -50 Fahrenheit (which is -45 Celsius), which is as far from, say, 20 Fahrenheit as 20 is from 90. Conditions in that Alaska winter were so bad that you had to light fires under airplanes' engines to get them to start, an even sled dogs were liable to suffer crippling or deadly injuries from the cold.

Yet despite the incredible danger, and the endurance required, mushers undertook a desperate relay race over 1,085 kilometers to deliver just enough diptheria antitoxin to Nome to buy time for a larger shipment, because an outbreak was threatening that could have doomed hundreds of people--mostly children--to death by what was essentially slow suffocation. A journey that normally took 20 days was accomplished in five, at a pretty brutal cost: the first musher arrived at his hand-off point with three of his dogs dying and his entire face black with frostbite. Another finished his run with his hands frozen to his sled--they had to be unstuck with boiling water. The last legs of the relay were completed in a severe blizzard with hurricane-force winds.

And they did it! They got the epidemic under control, with only around half a dozen confirmed deaths, and another relay was able to deliver even more antitoxin a couple weeks later. Though Balto and Gunnar Kaasen are remembered in particular, it's one of those situations where everyone involved, dog and human, was integral to the outcome. I was also surprised to learn that most of the mushers involved were fairly young men at the time--the last surviving member of the relay died in 1999 (and had over 200 grandchildren at the time!).

[dailymothanon]

I’m back 🐶 thank you for being patient, things are relatively back to normal! Anyways I got some drawings… it’s the actual D&D au now! I’ve got plenty of ideas, but for now this is Alaska and Maine! Alaska is a Druid, circle of stars though his race is unknown (I also don’t have any general cloth ideas for him). It is noted he is very bird-like tho, no wings because he can just have a wild shape/starry form with a pair. Maine is a half human half beast, he’s quite prickly because unfortunately even in this au he still has to deal with the northeast 😒 (long rants of ideas below)

I also have other ideas for other states, but I haven’t drawn them yet. For New Jersey I’m thinking like Nevada he is a fae folk but of a bee; and he was born with deformed and torn wings that resemble the Jersey devil’s. But due to his deformity his “hive” decided to just toss him out because they wanted a big strong community with no one holding them back 😒 so maybe Jersey had to barely survive out there on his own, and in later years NY could’ve found him (I like to think he is a human knight, merely because instead of his bat he can have a sword) and took him in 😌 (and they were roommates)

Another idea I’ve got is for Texas! I would like to think he is a mostly human gunslinger who is legally blind (not totally blind, tho still very blind) but sees thru heat & taste, much like a snake does. Maybe he collects bounties, I haven’t really thought much for his lore yet 🤔 but he is one of the best gunslingers out there despite his disability!

Cali is also one I’ve thought up, I think he could be a dragon rider. A funny idea is that he has a scam where he and his dragon makes this whole act where he pretends to be a princess damsel in distress, being held captive by the big bag dragon and people who come and try to “save” him but it just ends up with Cali robbing them 😒 (love me a big flawed character)

As for Alaska, he’s as stated, a Druid of the circle of stars! He comes from an unknown island (just imagine irl state of Alaska except disconnected to any continent tbh) that’s gatekeeped gaslighted girlbossed because they don’t want no colonizers or anything ofc. But Alaska grew up hearing all about the other outside lands and he wanted to go see it! So one day he ventured into the continents (the one that contains all the other states except for Hawaii) and yaddy yadda; and Alaska is actually very curious and friendly in this au because he doesn’t have the trauma of outsiders 😌 he has a pet(s?) dog with three heads (ofc, Balto Togo and Fido) to accompany him! I haven’t designed his starry forms yet btw. And also he doesn’t really know how his Druid magic works somehow 🧎 it’s mostly innate and learned behaviors and habits and traditions. It just comes naturally to him! This is the biggest difference between him and Mass with magic, think of Alaska’s Druid magic as traditional and natural, meanwhile Mass’s sorcery as artificial and learned and studied magic. So it’s hard to say who between the two is better at magic

Maine is a half-human-half-beast, he faces discrimination because of it and there aren’t much others like him in at home land. He mostly doesn’t care but the occasional person really gets to him. Not really sure why he is half beast yet tho I don’t have the lore for that. Mass keeps trying to pester Maine about learning magic, as Mass is one of the best magic users in his region (and he’s quite boastful/egotistical because of it) so he believes Maine might be really good too, and Mass wants him to be able to know it when in times of need, but Maine doesn’t really listen 🙄 though he is nimble and quite good at sneaking!

My last minor ideas is that Ginny is a great swordsman (race undecided), Mass is probably a human sorcerer, Nevada is a fae folk, Ny is a human knight, and Hawaii 🤔 some sorta sea/ocean critter maybe? Dunno yet. Anyways I hope these ideas are cool and that you guys like them! I also want to mention I probably wont post daily still, I wanna do what’s comfortable for me.

[cannibalcoyote]

Balto's Sister Ch.2: Steele

Ch.1 Ch.3

"Didn't make the team.... Bingo." Steele's obnoxious voice suddenly rang through the air.

"Don't look at him, don't listen to him, live a long life." Boris states weakly to Balto.

"My name's Balto!" He growls, completely ignoring Boris' advice. I turn around, facing Steele's obnoxious figure, slightly baring my teeth as he struts by.

"I'm sorry. Balto. Balto the half-breed." The group surrounding Steele say in unison, 'ohh'; at least they were until I silenced them with snarl. Some of them backed up a little, but I paid them no mind, shifting my attention back to the situation.

Steele walked forward, pushing Boris backwards with a rough movement, making fun of him as well. As soon as I realized what Steele had done, I pounced up, my jaws clamped tightly around his snow white paw. I'm shaking and yanking my head in every direction, Steele desperately trying to get away from me, but his attempts are futile.

I finally let go, seeing that Boris is alright, but it seems that that was a bad choice; Steele forcing himself forward and pushing me to the ground, holding me down with his paw as he growls in my face. I react immediately, swiping my claws in an attempt to rake them across his face. Sadly, he managed to jump back before I could' I think about continuing, but I decide better, moving away as I regain my composure.

Steele moves away and acts as though our interaction never even occurred. I want to snarl at him, but his confident air is a little too intriguing; maybe off putting is a better word.

"I've got a message for your mother." He sadistically states while smirking, walking back towards his group, pointing his large head up before howling at the sky, the others hastily joining in. Now this hit a nerve for not only Balto, but also myself; what he's doing is extremely offensive and rude seeing as we don't even know what happened to our mother.

I see Balto getting angry, growling and beginning to stalk towards them. I quickly follow, releasing several snarls of my own in-between my growling. Steele sees us and immediately moves back a bit to hide behind his posse.

"Get him." He barks, the group simply sending a barrage of barks and growls at us, which really did nothing but annoy me.

"Get out of here wolf-dogs, better get back to your pack." With the last word he spat onto Balto's muzzle, resulting in Balto becoming even angrier; both of us almost attacked him until Boris interrupted us, pleading that we should leave now.

"Luko come on, we go now." Boris states, trying to get me to leave as well.

"You go, I'm staying here." I respond, making them leave, but not before Steele and his group begin bombarding them with snow, and even a rock that hits Balto square on the back.After a moment of my brother absence I hear Steele begin to talk to me, I want to ignore him, but something forces me to listen.

"Come on princess, why do you even hang out with that half-breed?" Steele questions as he sees I'm still there, tilting his head with an arrogant smirk seemingly etched upon his face.

"You seem to forget Steele, but I'm part wolf as well." I state back, my lip pulled in a slight sneer.

"Don't worry, I know, princess." Steele responds as he walks next to me, pushing his chest up against mine and getting close to my face.

"Come on, why don't you take me to see Jenna, or do you want me all to yourself, Princess?" Steele asks as he begins leading me through an opening in the fencing. His group is gone, and now he almost talks to me as though he's mocking his friend, this husky is so indecisive.

"Why do you bully Balto, but not me?" I question, bewilderment radiating throughout my tone.

"Well, Balto isn't a girl, and he's also super annoying. Not to mention, he is competition." Steele simply responds with a slight growl in his voice when he says Balto's name.

"If Balto is competition, then what am I?" I ask as I look down to the floor, slowly walking through the thick snow.

"....You're my ..question. I don't know what to do with you. You're obviously part wolf, but you seem much more interesting than simple minded Jenna." Steele responds as he suddenly stops, instead stepping directly in front of me, resulting in our chests touching again as he stands up to his full height, towering over me.

"So what am I to you?" Steele questions.

"You're my confusion, I don't know whether I should hate you because of how you treat Balto, or love you because of how I feel towards you." I mutter the last part quietly, looking down before walking around him, leaving Steele in visible shock of what I just said. He quickly follows me after shaking himself out of his daze.

Ch.1 Ch.3

[equine-altar]

Just realized that a therian's wall of heroes would probably have a lot of remarkable animal entities on it. Magawa, the rat who was exceptional at detecting landmines. Romeo, the wild Alaskan grey wolf who had exceptional relationships with humans and pets. Secretariat the race horse. Wolf 21 (or any noteable wolf you would prefer). Even local heroes with no world-wide noteriety could be there--the emotional support horse that visits the local children's hospital. Matt Harnacke's horse Emporio, who aside from looking gorgeous in tiktoks literally made me finally awaken as a horse therian proper. Lisette the war mare who mauled and then allegedly consumed part of a Russian soldier's face. Bear 435 Holly, the winner of Fat Bear Week in 2019. O Six. Deep Blue. Balto. Dolly. Saint Guinefort. Hachiko. Tama the train cat. Cher Ami. Tardar Sauce. 907F. And of course, Laika the space dog.

These figures could either be role models, historic figures, or gods. They represent that even in a human-dominated world, we're still worth noting and memorializing in texts and paintings. Mortal animals still move people, and I can just imagine how it would feel seeing an article made about someone of your kintype and going "That's me. That's my family. They're my kind." Especially after being so alienated from humankind in general.

[rottenpumpkin13]

I challenge you to write pre-SOLDIER zangst

Challenge accepted.... challenge completed.... with loads of tears 🥲

Zack burst into the house, the door slamming behind him, nearly tripping on the bunched up welcome mat. "Mama! Mama, they were here!" he shouted, breathless.

Zack's mother looked up from chopping vegetables in the kitchen, her eyes widening as she saw his state—dirt smeared his tank top, and there was a hole in his shorts that wasn't there this morning.

"Zack! Where did you go?" She rushed to him with the dish towel in hand. "You were supposed to be home an hour ago!"

"No, Mama, listen—!"

"And just look at your face!" She bagan wiping the dirt from his cheek. "Did you fall from that tree at the grove again? I warned you not to let those older boys trick you into climbing it. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone," she said, utterly exhasperated.

"I wasn't there, Mama!" Zack protested, "the guys in suits that work for Shinra were heading up to the reactor again, and we saw them!" Zack's words tumbled out in a rush as he pushed away the dish towel.

Mrs. Fair shook her head, turning back to the kitchen. "Zack, honey—"

"I talked to them, and one of them said I’m a really fast runner. They saw us playing with the sword and said I should join the army! They even said I could be really good at it!"

Zack let his excitement flow as he bounced on his feet, circling his worried mother who kept chopping the carrots with a nervous look on her face.

"It's the same guys who recruited Balto, Mama! Balto's one of them now, and they say he's making a lot of money. He even paid to fix his parents' roof, remember?" Zack's excitement was as palpable as his mother's worry.

"Zack, sweetheart—"

"What if I manage to join SOLDIER? I know I can do it! I’m already getting pretty good with Dad’s old sword. With some more practice, I could be a hero! Just like Sephiroth! Imagine that! What if—"

Mrs. Fair gently placed her hand on his head, silencing him, yet prompting him to look up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. He knew what was coming, yet it didn't stop him from hoping.

"Zack, Balto hasn't been home in a very long time," Mrs. Fair began softly, marking the moment the boy's exuberance faltered, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"His mama misses him very much," she said, "and I'm sure he misses her too. But the life of people who work for Shinra is very busy. I bet they can't visit home whenever they want."

Zack squared his thin shoulders, puffing his cheeks. "Yeah, but I'll be home lots, you'll see!" he insisted.

Mrs. Fair hesitated, her hands stilling for a moment before she resumed chopping the vegetables. "It's dangerous out there, honey. Not just for those who work with Shinra, but the planet as a whole. People are not as understanding as the ones here in the village. It'll be dangerous for you."

Zack's jaw tightened. "But I'm brave, ma. I… I'm not some dumb kid anymore."

"You're twelve, honey. You've got a long time to think about your future." She smiled, her eyes flickering between him and the vegetables. "And if you are to leave the village, I'd rather it be to go to college.

Zack groaned softly. "I don't think college is meant for me, mama. And working in the village too. I love it here, but I want to be a hero, you know?"

She laughed as she transferred the vegetables from the counter into the boiling pot. "You're already a hero to me, honey—you saved my life by being born and brightening up my world. You don't need to prove yourself any more than that."

Zack felt a lump forming in his throat, his eyes stinging with the threat of tears.

"Get cleaned up before dinner. Dad will be home soon," she added, her back to him now as she tended to the bubbling pot on the stove.

Zack swallowed hard, trying to push down the swell of emotion. "Alright..."

In hindsight, Zack should have heeded his mother's warning, but that was the problem with Zack Fair; he wasn't one to take no for an answer. He had always been a chaser of things, just as he chased butterflies through the jungle, Touch Me's he foolishly sought to keep as pets, or his friends in games of tag, so too did he chase after his dreams. Some would argue it was honorable.

With this mentality, he went behind his mother's back, using the computer in the owner's office at the market—made easy by his friendship with the owner's son—and enlisting for the army.

They had lowered the recruitment age these days because of the war. The call for young, able-bodied boys reached every corner of the planet. Then he bought a ferry ticket from the Gongaga region to Junon. All he needed then was a ride to the harbor without his parents knowing.

He packed his belongings in a small knapsack when his dad was at work and his mom was at the general store. He didn't need to take much, just some spare clothes, his compass, a map, the gil he saved up from his birthday, a photo of his family, a flashlight and his dad's old pocketknife for good luck.

He stuffed the knapsack under his bed and laid awake, eyes wide open, every night leading up to the planned date. He was nervous, excited, scared, but curiously, second thoughts never came. He was sure he wanted this, and that certainty burned within him, melting away any shadows of doubt.

So when that night finally rolled around, Zack sprang out of bed quietly in the middle of the night. He grabbed his knapsack and left the note on the kitchen counter—a simple explanation, an apology, a promise to return.

The dust kicked up that night as Zack ran, his heart thumping in his chest, all the way to the mercantile shop where he knew the pickup truck would be. The shopkeeper knew his dad, but thankfully he wasn't there when the burly laborers were unloading the crates.

Zack's heart pounded as he approached them, his breath forming clouds in the cool night air. He begged for a ride to the harbor, lying that he had his parents' permission—not that they cared much. They looked at him with curiosity and skepticism, but acquiesced when he offered them some of his gil.

Soon he was on his way, perched on the back of a pickup truck speeding further and further away from Gongaga. The wind whipped past his skin, biting and cold, but Zack was thankful he was smart enough to bring his old sweater. He clutched it tighter around him, wondering when that scent of home would eventually fade.

He stared at the shadows of the jungle slipping further and further out of view, the foliage and towering trees becoming mere silhouetted against the two AM sky. The tug on his heart grew stronger, prompting him to reach into his bag. He grabbed his flashlight and the scattered papers he had brought with him—documents and forms he printed out when he signed up, a recruitment poster he got in the newspaper a few months ago, and a family photo.

He was barely six years old in the photo, his parents beaming beside him. Zack's cold fingers brushed his mother's face in the picture. He let out a sigh, the sound swallowed by the rushing wind. She would be upset come morning when she realized what he had done, but he believed she would eventually be proud; proud of the man he would become.

Zack shone the flashlight over the recruitment poster, the one showing Sephiroth in the midst of fending off a Zolom, the epitome of a perfect hero. Zack grinned. One day it would be him on that recruitment poster, and his parents would be so proud of him then. He shoved the poster back into his knapsack and hugged the photo close, glancing back at Gongaga which had just dipped out of sight completely.

"Don't worry, Mama," he thought to himself, "I'll be home soon."

[waeirfaahl]

Balto-4 that never happened

Many years fans imagined their own version of Balto 4. Some imagined prequel about Balto's parents, some imagined adventures of other Balto's and Jenna's pups, or love story between Balto's pup and Steele's pup, and how their love stops the hatred between their parents, or the sequel of Aleu's adventures with exploration of those Inuit and Native American myths and spirits and so on. 

The original film's crew never planned to make any sequels, Balto-1 was stand-alone and concluded story (although, Cliff Ruby and Elana Lesser, who wrote the first version of the script of Balto-1, were aired for work on Balto-3). But what about the crew, which worked on Balto-2 and Balto-3? Well, they actually had some ideas. 

Here's the vision of Dev Ross, the writer of Balto-2:

" I would take up in the wild with Aleu. Most likely, I would have her return to her father, because she needed help. Perhaps, because of enviromental issues or that her pack had been captured or run off by humans. I was hoping to do more with [Aniu] in the film, but I wasn’t hired to do another."

Obviously, Dev's movie would expanded and explored not only Aleu's journey with the pack on the new unknown territories, on the new unpredictable land with new danger (humans, other antagonistic animals or forces of nature), and how Balto helps her, we'd obviously learn more about the wolf culture, but also the supernatural elements (spirits and their nature), which had some vague answers in the sequel, but planned to be developed and explained more in the new film and now are mentioned in interview. I think, the series in TLG (The Lion Guard) style and format could fit for her story perfectly. 

For example, how Aniu was a mortal grey wolf, who loved her wolf pups and family (her wolf pack), and how after death (in ancient times obviously) and joining in with the Great Spirit (and becoming a part of this Guardian Spirit) she became the white wolf and now is the Great Mother of all wolves, who symbolizes the call of the wild and helps to find true self. This Great Guardian Spirit was in the cave with Muru, as well as how wolves bow to Aniu as to the goddess on the top of mountain. Maybe we'd learn more about this character also.

In another interview Dev Ross also mentions about how Aleu and the pack travel in the tundra, about pups of Aleu and her wolf mate, and also about conflicts Aleu can encounter — rivalry between males and females for leadership in the pack and how in the wilderness Aleu can feel the awakening of her passive dog side in contrast to her dominant wolf side she was okay with since puppyhood, and how she has to overcome and to be okay with her dog side during interaction with humans in the wild, especially with hunters and poachers etc.

And here's the vision of Phil Weinstein, the director of Balto-2 and Balto-3:

"As far as what I’d like to see, I really like Steele from the original, so I’d like to see something with him. And I thought Aleu was a great character; I’d love to see her come back and help her father in some way. And maybe there’s even some great revenge thing with Steele, and Aleu comes back to save her dad. Or something along those lines. And that’s personally what I’d like to see, if I were in charge of handling the story. And I’d love to tie up all the loose ends, especially between the first two stories."

Here he added a bit more:

"What I really want to see is a Balto 4, Steele returns, out for revenge on Balto for ruining him, and Aleu returns to the rescue. There is something about "A daughter returns to save her father." There is something about the archetype - to me rings true. So I don't know what happened to her, but I would love to see her come back. She saves her dad, but know the dynamic is changed, because Kodi has become the Alpha, and now the sister could potentially threaten that relationship. All of those pieces seem like a good launching point for a fourth movie."

Here we see some ideas for the story, its core, but there is a lot of aspects, which have to be normally explained and have to work. Yes, there's some danger from Steele (who waited three years for revenge, I guess) and potential for intimidating villain and for awesome final battle between Balto and Steele on the mountain (I hope, not only me wanted this in the original film? in the novel Balto fought Steele in the medicine fight scene, so Steele felt fear). However, it's unknown, how Steele planned his revenge. Who'd be his henchmens, if all dogs of Nome know about his evil nature now? Niju? Very unlikely (unless Niju is his son...). And if Balto was in danger, so Aleu (where Kodi, Jenna, other pups and friends?) ran to rescue him, it really needs for Steele to have some allies. 

I hope, his demise wasn't in the Dingo Pictures style. That would be hillarious... So, that's what people, who worked on Balto 2 and 3, had in mind for the story in Balto-4. Maybe someday we will see this.

[sketch-shepherd-art]

So while I DO prefer Balto 2’s canon that Balto’s mother Aniu is the white wolf from the first movie, I also thought it’d be fun to play around with a different AU idea where she isn’t (and yes iirc I’m aware that director Simon Wells said that he originally imagined that Balto’s DAD was the wolf while his mom was the working husky but didn’t confirm such) 

Hell with how Aniu is drawn in Wolf Quest's cheap DTDVD sequel animation they already look like two completely separate characters lol.

But anyway tl dr; Balto AU where Aniu and the White Wolf from the first movie are two different wolves

[chibi-pix]

It's finally done. IT IS FINALLY DONE! So, an idea hit. Some friends showed me a very obscure character shown in the first episode of Voltron force and said "This guy is important" and all that jazz and felt he was of Balto, Pidge's planet. And a thought hit. With sibling stuff, so that means Katie as Pidge's kid sister (you know, kid sister mentioned in DotU but never revisited and that gives me so many fun ideas)? Yeah. Imagine this dude knowing she was alive and where she was all this time and not telling the twins. Oooh, delicious angst. As for the statement in the last shot, it was an idea of Balton language from someone else in Discord and it roughly translating to "faceless coward", which is a big insult. Dude's gonna get wrecked.

Also, this is the dude.

Punch him, Pidge!

Anyway! I hope y'all enjoy this one! Commissions are open and available on my Ko-fi. Until next time!

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/741535018017488896/genuine-question-whats-the-point-of-writing

Anon this is such a baffling question to me I was writing fanfiction when I was 7 playing Balto and Jenna and mushing with my friends. Playing Pokemon and making new ones when I was 10 and having elaborate plots with friends like an episode. Discovering fanfiction sites at 12 was like a dream come true. The answer is that it is FUN to use your imagination to play! Some of us just can’t help it and no amount of misunderstanding is going to stop our brains from playing because for some of us it has ALWAYS been a social activity done for FUN not attention and praise and money. (But if you like those aspects too I’m just happy to see your work so go for it lol)

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[dante-enthusiast]

@aulga TY FOR THE REQUEST :)

Dante totally would be protective over Travis in PDH. Since I imagine Dante to be in the shadow knights I also like to imagine that he uses that to scare people off and to get people to stop messing with Travis.

Basically Travis used to be a big target for bullying since he was a freshman and was shy, known to be quiet and people knew he wouldn’t speak up, until one faithful day someone decided to pick on Travis while he was with Dante.

Some guy, (probably balto or one of his bratty friends), walked up and started throwing insults at Travis just to be a pain in the ass and Dante is so confused on why Travis isn’t speaking up for himself so Dante decides to step in and tell whoever is harassing Travis off, they won’t back down and start asking Dante: “What are you gonna do about it? Run to your brother?”, at that point Dante’s tired of this guy and ends up reaching his limit and punching him, (he got this reflex from Gene telling him something like: “If they don’t shut up, make them.”). Realizing what he did he grabs Travis’ hand and just speed walks away.