AN: Here is my Balto story featuring Balta (Fem!Balto) and Steele pairing. Enjoy~
It wasn't often a new canine resident arrived in Nome, Alaska. Rumors of the newest resident being part wolf made others steer clear of the half-breed. Steele, a large black and white Alaskan husky with ice blue eyes, had yet to catch a glimpse of the elusive half-breed. When he had first heard of the new resident, he didn't know how he felt, as he had never met a half-breed, let alone a wolf, before.
It was during his teams second race that he finally caught sight of the elusive canine. She was watching the race from atop a building, giving her the best vantage point. She had dark gray top coat with a lighter gray chest and underbelly. Her amber eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight as her tail wagged back and forth with excitement.
She was small in size, maybe only half the size of Steele himself, and obviously built more for speed than strength. To the other dogs, she was seen as outsider. To Steele though, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He focused back on the race and narrowed his eyes. He would never admit it aloud, but he wanted to win this race especially just to impress her, seeing how much she was enjoying watching the race.
He looked to his left to see the opposing team closing in on them. He was not losing to them, especially not when the mysterious half-wolf was watching. He pushed his team and himself past their limits and soon reached the finish line, crossing it. His team slowed down to a stop, and he risked a glance towards the building hiding the half-wolf. She was smiling, he could tell. She seemed to enjoy racing as much as he did.
He watched as she left the building, heading to who knows where. He promised himself he would try to find her once he got away from everyone else. He turned back to his team as they posed for pictures and were given medals for winning the race.
Balta had been excited to watch the large, handsome black and white husky win the race. He seemed to have a love for racing that rivaled hers. It was refreshing, seeing another canine with the same passion she had for racing. He was a bit bulking in the chest and shoulder areas, but all of the bulk was pure muscle. His ice blue eyes would land on her every now and then, showing he was as curious about her as she was of him.
She decided to leave once she witnessed the end of the race. She knew he would win but wanted to stay and see it happen. She had made a small den in an abandoned fishing boat a few miles away from the town. A wild goose, Boris, who had taken care of her since she was a pup was sweeping the deck, trying to keep it somewhat clean, despite all the snow that continued to pile up.
"So how was the race?" Boris asked.
"I was good," Balta said, "The black and white husky's team won."
"Ah," the old goose said, already knowing Balta was interested in the large husky in more ways than one, "Are you going to talk to him?"
"How can I?" she sighed, "he's always surrounded by his team and the other dogs would rather rip out my throat than actually talk to me, let alone let me near him. There's no point in hopeing for the hopeless Boris."
"Not all things are hopeless Balta," Boris reassured her, "you just have to give it time. Things will get better."
The she-wolf huffed a sigh, not really feeling up to believing what her guardian told her. How she wished her mother, Anui the great white wolf, was here. She always seemed to have an answer for everything. She missed how they would stay up all night on the full moons and howl their songs for the great Borealis to hear. It had been hard on her when she lost her mother. She had a brother somewhere, but she had never asked where he was. She curled up under and old blanket to keep warm as she let sleep finally overcome her.