Hello, my viewers. Now this is AU Balto in old western times. They won't be anthro like the previous story, but they're very doglike, except walking on two legs, having human-like appendages, and wearing clothes. As this is the Old West, the primary characters have different breeds now, with one common thing. As in Alaska, the huskies and malamutes are working dogs, so here in the Old West, the different breeds are still working dogs. The humans are still around, so it's both a dog and human world, with the rest of the world's occupants being normal. Don't worry, the personalities of the characters are still there. Enjoy this story, everyone! -Traveler.
-1945, Idaho, upon a community town-site-
A angry teenager closed his door as he entered his bedroom, tired after the day he had. He flopped into his bed, sighing heavily, his musky red fur tuft brushing alongside his sky blue eyes, wearing a snug black turtleneck sweater over blue trousers. He's quite the looker, as he's partly Labrador Retriever, partly Redbone Coonhound, and mostly Northwestern wolf. He's wolf-like in his face, ears, while his tail and snout are Labrador-style, with his arms, legs long and slender in Coonhound style. So, under his clothes, his pelt is musky red with a black underbelly, and a brown muzzle.
A knock at the door, "Luke, are you alright?". The teenager, Luke called out, "Yeah, mom.". The door opened, as stepping in is a beautiful, middle-aged wolf-like woman, her fur a beige brown, her underbelly from her muzzle to her paws a cream white, with her eyes the same sky blue as her son's eyes, wearing a warm blue haltered sundress with flats. This is Aleutian, aka Aleu. She sat down at the end of the bed, glancing at her son comfortingly yet concerning.
"May I ask what happened out there?". asked Aleu curiously. He muttered, "Just a disagreement.". Aleu raised a eyebrow at that, and Luke sighed, "You're not satsifed, are you?". As he didn't move his head around, yet he could feel the presence of his mother's glance.
Aleu shook her head gently, "Luke, honey, I can't help you if you don't explain the events.". Luke huffed slightly as he rolled over, looking at his mother, who is clearly concerned about him. "I was practicing for the rodeo, you know?". Aleu nodded, gestured for him to go on. "Dicey freaked out on me, throwing me off. The kids laughed at me, and well.., I hit one of them.".
"Aw, honey. Did the coach suspend you?". Aleu asked. Luke sighed, "Yeah.". Aleu nodded and asked, "May I ask what has made you to hit the kid?".
Luke scoffed, "He called me a halfbreed. Can you believe it?". Aleu smiled, "Actually, I can, because I knew someone who were called that as well.". Luke startled at that, "Who?".
"His name was Balto. He is actually like you and me, just more affected back then in those old times. It was 1875, in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles from us in Utah, and it was raining hard. The race of the teams were fierce, the town had to see who is the best. Aleu complied slowly.