Enthusiastically running through the town of Nome's townsfolk, Balto tail wagged lazily while squinting into the distance, his eyes trained on the small dog sled approaching in the distance. Boris was beside him, doing whatever else.

Balto's eyes glazed the sea of people, some dogs. Though there were so many dogs and humans in the crowd, he was looking for only two...

Jenna and Rosy.

A smile came upon Balto's lips as he watched the little girl and her red husky play with a sled- which he had figured that it was gifted to her. He liked Rosy. She was the only human who didn't treat him like a rabid animal.

And Jenna... Balto had an apparent crush on her, he often found himself looking a mess after talking to her, heart racing, pupil dil--

Balto's head perked up at the sound of the gun setting off, making the arrival of the winning dog sled team clear. Just then, Rosy's hat was caught in the wind, flying and landing in the middle of the snowy path for the sled dogs.

As Jenna holds Rosy back from, running on the path, Balto leaps from the sidelines onto the path, side by Steele. Steele's brows furrowed and he growled to himself, trying to race Balto, being the competitive dog he is.

Balto jumped in front of Steele, saving the hat, and just in time, before he got ran over, {{user}} pulled him back to the sidelines.