Even if I get this medicine home, will I be welcomed?

Will they love me?

Stupid wolf!

Will they thank me?

Tch, not a real dog.

Can I walk without the glares of hatred looking at my pelt?

Get away fro that thing, Rose!

Will they accept me?

It's alright Balto, they just can't accept what is different.

It hurts, it hurts to run now. There is ice between my toes, and I can barely feel my paws.

There is so much wind and snow, I can't really tell where we are going, I hope I'm leading on the right path.

if I do save them, will I be a hero?

Will she love me?

Or will I have to run with my tail between my legs?

Oh, I hope...