AN: So, Balto 2, gonna be honest, thought it was weird. I also don't think it's that good of a movie and very out of place.. The first movie was about an outcast saving a town, the 3rd was about a father not wanting to disappoint his son while sticking to his morals. Wolf quest had becoming one with the trees, various other things, which is quite frankly, odd. Stuff like "it doesn't matter what you are, or who you are, your destiny is what matters the most" is also not that good of a message. Honestly, I feel like wolf quest also had a few things out of parity with the first movie, so here we go:
Balto 2: Wolf Quest Rewritten
The uncharacteristically warm, bright spring morning. This was something quite uncommon in Alaska, especially in the town of Nome, Alaska at the top of the world. Nobody in the small shipping port of a town could complain; it beats having to trudge through snow, mud, ice, and more snow everyday. Off to the outskirts of the small town, just off shore, was a beached fishing boat. To many unassuming newcomers it was just an abandoned boat beyond saving, but to others, they knew what it held: a wolf. Not one that is feared by anyone in town who knew his name, hell, the wolf wasn't even really a wolf. A hybrid sat on the deck of the boat watching town.
The wolfdog jumped when a wing smacked his back, it wasn't an aggressive slap, it was more like a greeting slap. The wolfdog's head swiveled around and caught sight of a goose. He was now standing up. "Oi Boris! You damn near scared the shit out if me!" The wolfdog yelped."Oi boychick, you should be running around! Enjoying this nice, warm day eh?" The goose's rough voice could be heard for miles by other canines. He ignored Balto's little outburst; he was used to scaring Balto by accident. It really didn't help that a bunch of dogs were on the field, occupying the space between the wolfdog's boat, playing. All of the dogs stopped and looked at the duo. Balto scanned their faces, each face was smothered in curiosity as to who the wolfdog was hanging out with. "I know, I know. Jenna's been expecting to have a litter of pups though, my pups, and… I-I don't know," the wolfdog sighed. "Well, let us go head for your girl then! Can't hurt to check up on how she's doing right?" Boris rolled his eyes when Balto stood up and jumped off the stern of the boat.
The wolfdog hopped off the boat, landing gracefully, while the goose glided down. "Balto! You could've broke a leg, you idiot!" Boris started to scold his friend. "C'mon! I'm not a weak little pup anymore!" Balto rolled his eyes and Boris continued to lecture him in taking risks he didn't need to take. "You aren't a pup anymore, but you still shouldn't try stunts like that! I don't want you hurting yourself, you mutt!" Boris stopped when he realized somebody was listening to their conversation. "Hey Balto!" A husky all but slammed into him. "Hey… Stoit," Balto wanted to slink away, contrary to what many believe wolves to be, wolves weren't the most outgoing animals on the planet. By extension, neither were wolfdogs. In fact, the only reason why Balto still stayed out town was because of all the attention he was smothered with when he wandered in. Scars laid hidden underneath Balto's hide, reminders of his younger days as an outcast, from years and years of torment. One of them was likely from the very husky standing before him.
"Why the heck are you still living on that boat with that goose? I figured by now any human would love to adopt you," Stoit asked. "I… can't really leave Boris alone. Sure I could have any human I want, but this ol' goose practically raised me," Balto said. His voice was shaky, it was low, like Balto didn't like the attention that Stoit's friends were giving him. "But you could be a lead dog of a sled team! A championship winning sled team! Think of that race humans made in your honor," one of Stoit's friends butted in. "I didn't do what I did to get a leg up. Stop treating me like I'm special for what I did. Sure, it's great that dogs and people aren't screaming at the sight of me now, but I am just a normal wolfdog who happened to be at the right place and the right time."
Boris, noticing his friend's discomfort, then started pushing Balto forward. "Oi, sorry about interrupting, but my boy has to be somewhere. He's got a big day ahead of him and I'd like to get him there asap!" The goose pushed Balto passed the tiny crowd of dogs, towards town, and started wattling beside the wolfdog once he thought they were out of earshot. "Even after you've become a hero, I suppose some things will never change," Boris said. "I mean, it really is nice that nobody wants to kick at me, shoot me, or dig their teeth into my throat. I guess…" Balto stopped when Boris lifted a wing. "You are naturally scared my boy, it's not often that somebody goes from being abused and hated, to loved and celebrated. You'll get used to it. Besides, you gotta appear confident and strong for your pups when they arrive!" Boris said, hoping a bit of optimism would lift his wolf dog's mood. "Y'know Boris, this is the first time you haven't told me something cynically," Balto smiled.
That suddenly made Balto lift his head up with pride. He would make sure his pups knew of their lineage, of many wolves and dogs before him, before them. What he wants is to make sure they are confident in being in a human town, to have an actual puppyhood filled with fun, playing, love, and most importantly, parents. "See, now that is the posture of a confident, strong dog! Er… wolf!" Boris bit his own feathers. "Sorry…" Boris said. "Hey now, I've come to terms with being a halfbreed. It has its perks," Balto said. "Like smell, those ears of yours, and a handsome enough face to woo the prettiest dog in town! Did I mention that lovely coat of yours that she admires all time?" Boris laughed as Balto tried to hide his face. At the end of the day, the goose would never stop embarrassing his friend.
"Boris, c'mon, at least wait until we're back on the boat…" he stopped in front of a couple of humans. They stood before a door to a shed, one looked like your typical Alaskan man, albeit a bit slender for where he was living , and the other looked like a doctor. "Ah, Balto!" The door to the shed opened and a little girl came out. Suddenly Balto's mind turned into a puppy's, as well has his actions, as he greeted the little girl and the father even threw in a couple of pats. His tail wagged so hard that it could take down even the strongest bear. Balto gently got on his hindlegs and saved Rosy from having to wash her face. "Jenna's had pups, they're so cute!" Rosy said. "You think they're his?" The father asked the vet. "Well, given how you said Balto spends quite a bit of time with your dog, Mr. Johnson, it's pretty likely," the vet said. He smiled. "Plus I think Balto would be good with pups," the vet pointed at Rosy who was on the ground, with Balto tickling her, there was no roughness to how the wolfdog was doing it either; he was as gentle as can be. As gentle as you can be while tickling somebody. "Balto, please stop!" Rosy begged, and in a heartbeat, the wolfdog backed off and helped her up. He waited for the girl to regain her breath.
Rosy opened the door for Balto as the wolfdog gently walked in, not without licking the little girl's cheek. "Be careful boy, and be quiet. Jenna's sleepy," Rosy instructed. The wolfdog let a half bark, half howl, and continued in the shed. The humans walked in along with Boris to keep things supervised. The humans had quickly caught onto to Balto's fondness of the goose, and were completely used to Boris being around. The shed was surprisingly neat and cozy, as it was meant to be more like a deluxe dog house than a tool shed. Tools still did line the walls, but looked dull and unused. In the center of the shed, a dog laid in a bed. Its red and white, clean, neat fur. She laid on her side, revealing sleek, slender legs. If the husky were standing, she'd come to roughly Balto's height. She was gorgeous. "Balto…" she said weakly, giving birth to their pups must've taken a toll on her. Balto reared around the bed and a smile came to his face.
Pups, six of them to be exact, Most of them looked like their mother, having the same red and white, with differing fur patterns and ever so slightly off colored from one another. One pup stood out, she was very wolf like, a light shade of gray fur covered the little pup's body. It didn't matter to Balto what these pups looked like; he was just happy to have a family of his own. "Jenna, are you alright?" Balto asked out of nowhere, which led to a soft giggle from his mate. "Balto, you have your own pups out in front of you, and you're wondering how I'm feeling?" Balto cautiously sniffed at the puppies while Jenna was comepletely relaxed; she knew she and her pups were in good paws.
She laid her head back down. "I'll be fine, the vet said so," Jenna said as she nursed her pups. Suddenly the wolfdog was gone, but a weight snuck in underneath her. "Well, if you're going to be bedridden while you nurse our pups, then I don't want to leave your side. I want you to be comfortable," Balto said. Jenna giggled and would've turned her head to lick her mate's face, but he was already grooming her. The husky found her mate to be surprisingly comfortable through a year of cuddling with the wolfdog, she could feel his well-developed muscles under his fur. Balto was very well fit, which should have been obvious given his recent accomplishments, but she chose not to press too hard into that topic when she spoke with Balto; she knew he didn't think highly of saving town, he just wanted to lend a paw to those in need. "You just had to lay down behind me. I want to see your face, Balto," she said. "Hey! Not in front of the humans!" Balto quickly barked, before going back to grooming his girl.
In the corner laid a bird's nest, where Boris sat. "I'm going to be a chew toy!" Boris gave a sarcastic cheer at the thought, but he genuinely looked forward to watching his best friend's pups grow. He will be the best uncle to his pup-chicks. "Awww, Balto's a little lady's man!" Rosy interjected, making both canines chuckle. The vet and Mr. Johnson looked at each other with a knowing grin:
Balto, whether he were the father or not, would probably still help the husky raise pups. To think that they would've kicked Balto away from the pups had this occurred a year ago. "Wait, if Balto is the dad to those pups…" the vet runned his chin. "Jenna gave birth to wolfdogs!" The vet and Johnson said in unison.