legend. For Balto it was a dream come true to see such a team, with Togo fitting what he thought a lead dog should look like. Admiration filled Balto’s heart as he watched them arrive in Nome, watching as seeing the musher was hugged by his wife and dogs were greeted by their families. So will Balto, the son of Aniou and Cathán sink or swim Nome? Will his father’s heritage allow him to be accepted for who and what he is, or will his wolf blood lead to history repeating itself? 

Celine Dion Let your heart decide, alterations are mine  

Auoroa is my name for the white wolf. For info on the pairs birth see my fic The White Wolves beginning