Behind Your Eyes

Balto sat on the bow of the dead ship, long since beached on the seashore, that he called home. It was late, less than a couple of hours till midnight. The night breeze wasn’t cold or strong; it simply blew his rough-lying brown fur around gently. He was looking up at the moon, which was mostly uncovered, but still partially hidden by streaks of skinny clouds. The rest of the sky had few clouds at all. The aurora borealis was dancing smoothly and gracefully over the sky, continually hiding and then revealing the stars. Regardless of the beauty of the picture, however, Balto didn’t really take much notice of it all. Traces of a smile played over his lips, and he sighed deeply.

He was thinking of her.

Jenna was the most beautiful dog in Nome, and she had a disposition to match. She was quite popular, being known and liked by almost every dog in town. She was a pleasure to be around, because even though she knew everyone thought she was beautiful and she knew she was popular, she was never stuck up about it. Not one arrogant word ever left her mouth; in fact, she hardly ever said anything unpleasant at all, her personality being as amiable as it was. She was mature and polite, but not above loving her share of fun. She had a smile that could melt a heart of iron, and her voice was sweet and soothing, with a pleasantness that came from her good heart, making her sound like an angel at times. Being both lovely and sweet, she was especially popular with the male dogs of the town, but even though virtually any of them could easily fall in love with her, she had never given any love back. Actually, she rarely, if ever, went out with any of them. Now that Balto thought about that, he realized that he, in fact, was the only man for which she had shown any feelings. He wasn’t completely sure about how she felt, but he definitely knew how he felt; he loved her deeply, with every part of his being. Feeling that way, however, was one thing; telling her was another. He had wanted to for ever so long a time, and there had been opportunities, but he had never been able, always becoming tongue-tied or feeling frozen whenever he had thought of doing or tried to do so. He felt absolutely stupid when that sort of thing happened, but he never felt that Jenna considered him an idiot. That was another thing he liked about her. The fact that he was part-wolf didn’t matter to her, either, and that was one of the things he liked the best. How attractive she was wasn’t his focus, but it was a fine feature nonetheless. He closed his orange and yellow eyes, bringing her gorgeous face into his mind’s eye, and sighed again, breaking into a full-fledged grin.

As he kept thinking of Jenna, he heard slapping footsteps on the slanted deck behind him. They failed to break his reverie. Stopping shortly behind him, the owner of the feet smiled, observing the look on Balto’s face. “I believe I know what you are thinking of tonight,” said Boris. Balto looked back toward him. “Jenna,” he said softly. Boris smiled. “I thought so. I can always tell, when you have that look.” “Seeing her, or even just thinking about her makes me feel so…alive. My heart starts racing, and I get a feeling inside like I’m flying.” He looked back at the moon. “I wonder if she feels the same when she looks at me.” Boris looked up at the moon, too, and they stood there silently for a moment, Balto lost in thoughts of Jenna, and Boris lost in thoughts of Balto being in love. Balto closed his eyes, sighed again, and opened them. He looked absently out over the snowdrifts that extended toward Nome and started to look away, but then stopped and looked back. A relatively short distance away, there was a dog approaching the ship. Balto had excellent eyes, and he looked harder to see who it was. When he finally did see, his face brightened and he stood up. “That’s Jenna!” he said excitedly. “I wonder what she’s doing out here.” Boris shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows? I didn’t even know she knew where this was.”

Out on the snow, Jenna stopped walking, feeling so nervous she had to stop and take a deep breath to keep her trembling down. Simply showing up at Balto’s home unannounced seemed rather impolite to her, and apart from that, she was worried that it might make Balto feel awkward or embarrassed, considering the feelings that they had given each other glimpses of before. Deciding to go through with it and hope he wouldn’t mind, she was about to start again when she saw a shifting reflection in the ice. She looked up. The aurora borealis silently swept the sky, its green and blue waves mixing to form a soothing display. She stared into it, and her nervousness faded away, her mind filling with thoughts of Balto, thoughts stemming from the memory of the two of them under the hospital. She could almost see his face up there, the one that she had seen after he had saved Rosy’s new musher’s hat, and Rosy had said that he had done it just to show off to a pretty girl. When he had smiled at her, he looked so…full of love. That very face, with that smile, had been in her mind’s eye at least once every day since she saw it. Longing suddenly tugged at her, pulling her toward the ship. This and her other emotions built to a turbulent peak as she walked up to the long plank leading up onto the ship’s deck. “Here goes,” she thought.

Balto and Boris didn’t have much more time to think about how Jenna knew where they lived; she was about to come aboard. Boris hastily walked to another part of the ship, obviously wanting to leave Balto alone with Jenna. “Here goes,” Balto thought. He took a deep breath and smiled as Jenna stepped up onto the planks of the deck. “Hi, Jenna,” he said. Jenna turned towards him. “Hi, Balto,” she replied. They both stood and stared at each other for a moment, each noticing how the other brightened at seeing each other. Balto couldn’t help but think of how lovely Jenna looked. Eyes of almond, a gentle color; the red fur, neither deep red nor bright red, accentuated by her bright red bandana and possessing a beautiful glow that was especially noticeable in the moonlight; the cream fur that played opposite the red in an attractive pattern; all of her fur soft, seeming to invite a gentle caress…

Jenna could tell that Balto was admiring her. Something came up in his face that told her so whenever it happened, especially in his eyes. She looked down shyly, silently wondering at how it was that this attention made her shy only when it came from Balto, and not from anyone else, why it secretly pleased her coming from Balto, but from no one else, no matter how many times males offered it. She looked back up at him, struck suddenly at how handsome he was, something she had never truly dwelt on before. What a face he had; the features his wolf side had given him attracted her, those eye-pleasing traits; his tall, sharp ears; a strong face with well-defined features; his rugged fur; those powerful, burning eyes. Not to mention all the lean muscle on the rest of him… A sensation of weightlessness came upon her, almost taking her breath away.

Balto walked over to Jenna. “How did you know Boris and I lived out here?” he asked. “I saw you walk off this way,” Jenna said, “and I followed your scent.” “Oh. So…what can I do for you?” “Well, I, um…” Jenna said, “I…just wanted to say…” She struggled for words, and then finally just looked up at Balto and wrapped her paws around him, allowing him to return the gesture. “Thank you,” she said quietly, her voice full of gratitude and pure joy. “Thank you for saving Rosy’s life. You saved the whole town, Balto. I know we can never repay you, but thank you.” Balto squeezed her tightly, and they moved apart. “You’re welcome, Jenna. It was nothing, really.” “I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Just name it; whatever you want.” “No, that’s alright.” “Okay. It’s just, what you did was so selfless and brave…you don’t know how much I admire you for that, Balto.” “I, ah…” Balto said, sounding nervous. “I actually, um…well…I mostly did it…for you.” Jenna was shocked. “F-for me?” she stammered. “But…” Suddenly, sadness washed over her face, and she averted her gaze from Balto’s eyes as tears welled up in her own. “I don’t deserve it, Balto,” she said. “The town doesn’t deserve it, and I know I don’t, either.” Balto’s face took on a look of compassion. “Aw, Jenna, what do mean you don’t deserve it?” “I’ve been just as bad as everyone else. I never stood up for you, and I know you know that.” Balto smiled comfortingly. “Well, look,” he said. “Honestly, I don’t care if or not you stood up for me. I’ll tell you what matters to me.” He looked into her eyes. “All the time I’ve lived here, you have never once said one thing about me to put me down because I’m part wolf. You’ve never shunned me, turned away from me, anything like that, at all.” His voice became thick with emotion. “Do you know how much that means to me? Never having to worry about that coming from you? That’s what matters to me, Jenna, and it’s a big part of why I did it for you. Do you know how much of a comfort it’s been to know that I don’t have to take that from you? You did deserve it. You’re right; I didn’t owe the town anything, but Rosy…she was like you; she didn’t look at me and see a wolf-dog; she just saw me. I did it mostly for her, too. And you know, even though everyone else treated me so badly, I just felt so sorry for them and all those kids…I really wanted to do it.” Jenna smiled at him, and he hugged her again. “Besides,” he said, “you stood up for me. Remember when I was the fastest dog in the race to see which dogs would go to Nenana, and Steele said no musher would put me on his team? You stood up for me then.” “I guess you’re right,” Jenna said. “I just feel like I could have done something more.” Balto shook his head. “You did everything I could have wanted.” They sat there for a moment, looking absently at the moon.

“Jenna,” said Balto, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while.” “What’s that?” “Well,” he said, turning toward her, “it didn’t take me long to be sure, but I just…couldn’t make myself say it.” Jenna’s heart started beating faster, and she had to be careful to keep the anticipation out of her voice. “Say what, Balto? What did you want to say?” He swallowed. “I…I think…I mean, I know…I have feelings for you.” Jenna was speechless for a moment, although she felt like squealing with delight. “Do you feel anything for me?” Balto asked. Jenna finally calmed enough to speak. “I feel…yes. I have feelings for you, too, Balto,” she said, a smile making its way onto her face. “I just didn’t know how I really felt before. That’s why I never told you. It took a lot of soul searching.” Balto’s heart leapt. “It’s…um…good to know how you feel,” he said, smiling as well. Jenna nodded. “Yeah…same here,” she said. They sat there for several seconds, just looking at each other, unable to keep the joyful smiles off their faces. “Well, I guess I…um…I’d better go,” Jenna said. “Rosy might be wondering where I am.” “Okay,” Balto said. “Ah…it was good seeing you.” “The same.” As Jenna turned to leave, Balto spoke to her again. “Um…actually…there is something you could do for me, if you want.” “Sure,” Jenna said, turning back to him, “anything; just name it.” Balto looked like he wasn’t sure how to say what he wanted. He stood silent for a moment, and then looked into Jenna’s eyes. “Kiss me?” he said, softly. Jenna was a little surprised; she had never been politely asked for a kiss before. “Kiss you?” she said, equally softly. “Yeah,” he said, nodding slightly. She stared into his face for a moment. “Alright.” They slowly moved toward each other, taking small steps, their gazes locked together. Just when they began to close their eyes, Balto spoke. “Um, that is, if you don’t mind.” Jenna smiled gently, pleased by his decency. “I don’t.” Balto’s feelings surged. “I’ve…um…wanted to ask you that…for a really long time,” he said. “I thought…you might ask me some time,” Jenna said, her breath becoming a little heavier. “I…actually hoped you would. It was…a pleasant thought.” Balto took a step closer to her. “Do you remember when we were under the hospital, Jenna?” he said. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m not sure I could forget.” She moved a little closer. Balto’s next question was almost a whisper. “Would you have kissed me?” Jenna answered, her voice no louder than his. “Yes.” They moved toward each other again, and this time, there was no stopping. They closed their eyes, and the world seemed to go dead silent.

Their lips touched. They pressed a little further against each other, but still, they were mostly just touching gently. They held it there. Heat rushed to their heads, and it felt as wonderful as their rushing feelings, deep down in their hearts. They had never shared the beauty of a kiss before, and it made them feel simply fabulous. How warm it was, and soft... They let the kiss go, and then began anew, a little harder, feeding in a little more passion. It felt too wonderful for words. Balto had wanted to kiss Jenna for the longest time, and now, finally, he got the chance. It was better than he could have imagined, defying all expectations. Jenna felt like she was at the end of a long journey, feeling that for the first time the one whom she was kissing was truly her right man, and the happiness it brought made her feel as if her heart had wings.

When they moved apart, it seemed all too soon, but they both felt so grateful to each other and so euphoric that it lessened their regret. They both were almost startled by how warm they were, how hard they were breathing as the pleasant streams of passion running through their bodies began to settle. “Thank you, Jenna.” Balto said. “I hope you don’t find it rude, but I enjoyed it.” “You’re welcome, Balto,” Jenna said. “I enjoyed it, too.” They both fidgeted for a few seconds. “Well, um…” Jenna said, unable to keep from smiling, “I guess I’ll be going now. Thanks again, Balto. What you did for the town was really a wonderful thing.” “No worries, Jenna,” Balto said, as Jenna turned to go down the ramp. She looked back at him, and he thought she looked gorgeous with the moonlight shining behind her. “Thanks for the kiss,” she said quietly. Balto nodded. “You’re welcome, and thank you, too.” “No worries, Balto. See you later.” “Bye.” Balto sighed deeply as Jenna walked down the ramp. Suddenly, an idea sprang into his head. He hesitated for a moment, starting to feel frozen, just like always. But then, the kiss he had just shared entered his mind, shattering his reluctance like a hammer. He ran to the edge of the ship’s deck. “Jenna!” he called. She turned around and looked up at him. “Um…would you like to…to go out to dinner with me tomorrow?” he said. Jenna broke into a grin. “I would love to,” she said. “How does eight o’ clock sound?” Balto said. “That’ll be fine.” Jenna said. Now Balto grinned. “Great. I’ll look forward to it!” “See you then!” Jenna said, and then turned around and started walking away. Balto couldn’t help watching her. As she got further away, she began to break into a run. Balto could hear her faintly. “Wheeee!” she screamed, and jumped into the air, coming down and running toward town, laughing with bliss. Balto’s grin widened ear to ear, and he turned around and jumped three feet in the air. “Yaaaahoooo!” he screamed. Boris came running out from the wheelhouse, stumbling over the mop. “What’s going on?” he said, urgently. “Why are you so…” “She kissed me, Boris!” Balto shouted. “Jenna kissed me!” He started laughing, just like Jenna had, feeling like he would explode from joy.

Back in town, Jenna ran, still laughing, into the machine room, where the dogs met to socialize and hold important talks. Right now, nothing was going on except idle chatter, and no one really noticed her run in, looking like she was in heaven. Dixie and Sylvie, her two best friends, were sitting and talking. “I can’t believe we ever saw anything in Steele,” Dixie said. “I mean…lying the way he did?” “Yeah, I know. How would you describe him now?” “I got a few words, but I’m not sure you want to hear them.” “I bet Kaltag has some good ones. Did you hear what he called his neighbor’s cat the other day? He’s told that fleabag to keep away from him over and over; I mean, you know how he hates cats.” “You bet.” “Anyway, the cat is sitting on his fence, and it jumps at a little bird, but it misses and falls off the tree branch it was trying to grab, right into Kaltag’s yard. And then, just like that, he comes flying out of his doghouse yelling ‘I warned you! Furry little…’” Just at this moment, Jenna reached them. “Oh, hi, Jenna.” Dixie said. “Where have you been?” “Hey,” said Sylvie, “what’s up? You’re glowing like a light bulb.” “He kissed me, you two!” Jenna breathed, her voice tender with joy. “Balto kissed me!”

At eight the next evening, Jenna answered a scratch on the door. Balto was standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his mouth. “Ah fough oo migh lih som fowrs,” he said. Jenna chuckled, took the flowers from his mouth, and set them down, looking up again. “What was that?” “I thought you might like some flowers.” “They’re beautiful. I really like them.” “What’s really beautiful is you,” Balto said. Jenna smiled shyly. “You charmer. Thank you.” Balto smiled back. “Shall we?” Jenna nodded and picked up the flowers. “Lef goh,” she said. Balto put on an exaggerated look of confusion. “What was that?” he said. They both laughed.

The only place in town for dogs to go out to dinner was an old storage building that no one used anymore. The dogs had made it into a restaurant and hangout. It had a bar for talking to friends and getting special drinks like fruit juice, tables made of benches or coffee tables with old cushions for seats, and a stage and dance floor, where the dogs rocked or danced slow to music that came from the complicated system of speakers that Nikki, Kaltag and Star had set up. Dixie worked the bar and Sylvie was the waitress, though they had other dogs take their positions once in a while so they could have a break for a few days. They needed no more staff than two because it took no time to serve the patrons; all it entailed was getting a bowl, pouring in the right food or drink, and taking it out to whoever ordered it. Balto and Jenna walked in and went up to the bar. Dixie came over to them, somewhat surprised at seeing Balto there with Jenna. She smiled. “Hiya, Jenna. Evening, Balto. Never seen you here before.” Balto smiled. “First time,” he said. Dixie nodded. “In that case, welcome! So what can I get for you two?” Jenna prompted Balto to order. “Well,” he said, “I’ll have peach juice and sausage, please.” Jenna laughed. “What a coincidence. I’ll have the same, please.” “They’ll be out in a sec,” Dixie said, calling Sylvie over and sending her back into the bunch of crates that held the food and drink. “Let’s get a table,” said Balto.

A few minutes later, the two of them were sitting at a table talking over their dinner. “Did you know I liked peach juice and sausage?” Jenna asked. Balto chuckled and shook his head. “I had no idea, but I’ve always liked them.” “So do I. Peach juice is the greatest.” Balto looked at Jenna, pausing for a moment before saying what was on his mind. “Jenna, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” Jenna shrugged her shoulders. “Not at all. Go ahead.” “Well, I was just wondering why, I mean…there are so many guys in this town. You’re so attractive and smart and nice that you probably could have had your pick of any one of them. And, well, I was wondering…why did you never do it? Also, now that you’re doing it some, why me?” The happy look faded from Jenna’s face. “I guess you’re right. You’d think I would’ve been able to find someone before now. It’s just…” She paused. “If you don’t want to answer, that’s perfectly alright.” Balto said. “Oh, no, I’m fine,” Jenna replied. “What I was going to say was, well…I never felt like I found the right man. I mean, it felt kind of romantic sometimes, but nothing more. I felt that, you know, all of these men…they didn’t love me for who I am, but what I am, for nothing more than my looks.” Her lip began quivering and her eyes welled up. “They didn’t want to really love me. They just wanted to get in bed with me for a night, and that was it. It made me feel like I wasn’t really a dog, just some pretty thing to drool at. And it…it still happens. It feels horrible.” By now, she was crying openly. Balto reached over and dried her eyes sympathetically. “Thanks,” she said. “I’m sorry. It just makes me feel so awful. I can feel them looking at me, and sometimes I hear them say things I won’t repeat to you.” Just with her saying this, she looked vulnerable and afraid to Balto. She went on. “But you never did that. There was always something…different about you. I always felt much better around you than when any other men, because I knew that your consideration of me didn’t stop at the outside. That’s why it’s you; because you respect me, and treat me like I’m a woman with feelings. It’s not easy for me to find that sort of thing, you know, and…” She faltered. “And?” Balto said. Jenna looked shy. “I kind of admire that,” she said. “I find it…attractive.” Balto smiled, making sure it wasn’t so obvious that it would make Jenna feel embarrassed. She continued. “It’s much more of a pleasure to be around a man when he respects you. You know, when he doesn’t ogle, or invade your space, or talk to you like he’s some kind of Don Juan. But that’s another thing about you. I’ve been able to tell sometimes that you were admiring me, though not in a disrespectful way. Apart from those times, though…there’s still something else different about you, something that I don’t see in anyone except you. I don’t know what it is; it’s just something in your face sometimes, in your voice when you talk to me, how you act. I don’t always see it, but…frequently I do.” “Are you seeing that I’m madly in love with you?” Balto thought, certain that was what Jenna unknowingly perceived in him.

Jenna looked into Balto’s eyes, the feelings showing in hers building in intensity. “I wondered…if you might answer a question for me, Balto.” He nodded. “Sure.” Jenna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Um…remember when you saved Rosy’s hat, and you looked at me after she took it?” “Yes.” “Well, I just, I didn’t know…your face. I could see something, something that touched my heart. I’ve been thinking about…was I seeing how you felt about me?” “Yeah,” he said shyly. “See, I don’t meet you very often, and I had seen you a few seconds before Rosy lost the hat. I really wanted to talk to you, even if it was just saying hi. After I took the hat to Rosy, you were there, just looking so beautiful…I guess it showed in my face.” Jenna nodded, smiling. “Your smile, mostly. I could tell you were admiring me.” Balto became sheepish. “Gee, I’m sorry, Jenna. I don’t mean to do that sort of thing around you, but you’re so lovely… I lost myself a little, and that got loose. I’m sorry; it’s no excuse, and I’m…” “Oh, Balto,” said Jenna, “that’s not how I meant it. I know you wouldn’t look at me in a bad way. Really, it makes me happy that you think I’m beautiful.” Relief washed over Balto’s face. “Good. I really would hate to have hurt your feelings by doing that.” Jenna smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you didn’t.” She was about to speak again, but hesitated. Balto didn’t say anything, waiting for her to start. “I…don’t meet you very often either, Balto,” she said. “I, um…hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I really like it when I see you. It’s…it’s hard to say what I’m about to, so bear with me.” “Okay,” Balto said. “Take your time.” She struggled for a moment before being able to speak again. Slight confusion laced her voice. “It’s almost like I’m not whole without you. It’s an unusual feeling, and I’ve felt it for a while.” Balto paused a second or so, and spoke. “Actually, that’s how I feel about you,” he said. “You do?” she said. “Yes,” he said. “I’ve felt it for a while, too.” Jenna looked relieved. “I’m glad I’m not the only one. But isn’t that strange? That we both feel that way?” “I guess so. My feelings…they can make me feel awfully confused sometimes.” “You and me both. I’m glad it isn’t just me, though.”

Jenna took a drink of peach juice. Balto was silent for a moment, and then, feeling extremely nervous, spoke again. “May I touch you, Jenna?” he asked. She looked at him, feeling as if her heart was suddenly taken by the strength of the feelings in his eyes, which were as strong as the ones she began to feel. “Okay,” she said, quietly. Balto moved over to her and put his paw gently on her shoulder. He just held it there for a moment, feeling the wonderful softness of her fur. Jenna closed her eyes, drinking in the passionate flow that came from Balto’s touch. He went to put his paw around her, and she moved closer to him so he could do it. She laid her head on the side of his neck, and sighed with joy, smiling at the feel of his body. This was very pleasant for the both of them, the sweet sensation of physical contact making them both tingle inside. They just sat there, taking in the feeling of each other. Jenna cuddled up against Balto, who was breathing a little heavily, and he put his other paw around her, holding her tenderly. She raised her head, and they stared into each other’s eyes like they were in a trance for a few moments before Jenna laid her head back down and Balto laid his head on hers. For several moments, they sat like this, their eyes closed, not making a move or saying a word; just feeling. At length, they both opened their eyes and looked at the dance floor, where the dogs were gathering for the new song that was starting. “Would you like to dance?” Balto asked. Jenna nodded. “I’d love to.” They let go of each other and walked out onto the floor. The upbeat club dance number began, and Balto and Jenna began dancing for the first time. They enjoyed it greatly, skipping and spinning in time with one another. The song soon ended and was replaced with a new one, slow and soft. For a moment, they just stared at each other, and then moved closer, touching their cheeks together and beginning to dance, circling slowly. “‘Truly Madly Deeply’…” Jenna whispered. “My favorite song…” “I don’t blame you…” Balto replied. They allowed themselves to become lost in the moment, and the song, coupled with the feeling of closeness between them, created an almost hypnotic effect. They loved it.

After the song ended, they went back to their table and finished their dinner. They talked for at least another hour, mostly a long series of like/dislike questions, partly more about how they felt about each other, and even a few personal secrets. Eventually, Dixie turned on a microphone. “Alright,” she announced to the restaurant, “closing time, everybody. Thanks for your company.” Balto and Jenna got up to leave with the rest of the patrons, stopping when they were outside. “Well, Jenna,” said Balto, “I had an absolutely wonderful time.” “So did I,” said Jenna. “Thank you so much for the evening. It’s one of the best I’ve ever had.” “No problem. Want me to walk you home?” “Sure. It’ll give us a few more minutes to talk.” They headed off toward Rosy’s house. Jenna looked at Balto. “Have you ever been on a date before?” she asked. “No,” Balto said. “No one trusted me enough for that. Besides, I hardly wanted to with anyone I met, until you came along, that is. I bet you’ve been on dates before. Do you mind me asking how many?” “You could count the number on one paw.” “Whoa,” Balto said. “I mean…you’re so pretty I thought a lot more guys would have asked you out.” “They did,” Jenna said, unhappily. “I felt the way you did; I hardly ever wanted to go with anyone. Like I said at dinner, no one felt right. But remember what I said, about how I could feel or see something different about you? See, some men will whistle at me, or they’ll walk up, start a conversation, and then try to kiss me. Sometimes they do things that are…somewhat less offensive, like they’ll be walking by and say ‘you’re looking hot’. Anyway, that’s the biggest way you were different; you never said or did anything like that. You just looked, and…smiled. Whatever this feeling is, it was always the strongest when you were there, and you just smiled.” Balto desperately wanted to simply open up his heart and tell her the depth of how he felt about her, but knew he couldn’t possibly bring himself to that. “Anyway, what made you think I would go on those dates?” Jenna said. “Because you’re nice,” Balto said. “Not that refusing them is rude or something; that choice is yours to make. It’s just, I think you would have done it because you’re so sweet.” Jenna smiled. “It makes me so happy when you say I’m sweet or beautiful,” she said. Balto smiled. “Hey, it’s true. You’ve shown your sweetness time and again, and you are definitely the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen.” “Thank you, Balto.”

They finally came to Rosy’s house. “Here we are,” Jenna said, raising her head up. Balto looked at the house. “Nice place.” Jenna nodded. “It is, isn’t it?” They walked up onto the porch. “Balto,” said Jenna, “you’re one of very few men I’ve ever dated, and I loved it. I enjoyed it more with you than anyone else.” “Thanks for letting me take you out, Jenna,” Balto said. “I had a fabulous time.” “Sorry about getting all weepy on you.” “Hey, it’s no problem, really. It’s not pleasant when others don’t care about how you feel, and I should know.” He paused. “May I kiss you goodnight?” “I’d like that.” They moved toward each other and shared a brief kiss, but even that was enough to make them start breathing hard; their passion had leaped strongly. “Can I have another one?” Jenna asked. “Certainly,” Balto replied. They kissed again, putting their paws around one another, letting this one last much longer. They moved apart slowly when they finished. “Thanks, Jenna,” said Balto, his voice shaking. “You’re welcome, Balto,” said Jenna, her voice shaking as well.  “Goodnight,” she said. “Thanks again.” “You’re welcome. Goodnight, Jenna.” Balto turned and began walking away. Jenna went to go inside, but her feelings pulled her back to the porch. She stood there, unable to keep herself from grinning, watching Balto walk down the street. She was surprised when he turned around. “I wonder what he’s doing,” she thought. Then, he blew her a kiss. She giggled with happiness, and then blew him one in return. He grinned ear to ear and took off down the street, laughing joyfully. She sighed, and walked into the house.

Eager to ask Balto questions about his first date with Jenna, Boris had been sitting on the deck of the ship for some time, staring out toward the town. Finally, he spotted Balto walking toward the ship with a spring in his step, his face shining. He got up and stood by the end of the ramp as Balto came up. “Well,” he said, “how’d it go, eh?” Balto sighed deeply, an ecstatic smile on his face. “Too wonderful for words, Boris.” His smile slowly broadened, and he began laughing. “It was fabulous, Boris! Fabulous! Oh, it was perfect. I brought her some flowers, and we went to the dog’s restaurant, and we talked for a while, and danced, and she was so gorgeous, and, and…golly, it was just awesome!” He began pacing back and forth on the ship, looking like he didn’t know what to do with himself. “Boris, I love her. I love Jenna with all my heart!” “Well, did you tell her that, fido?” “No. I just…I couldn’t.” “Sheesh! Well, you should! You’ve waited this long already, huh?” “Well…it’s not like I don’t want to, but whenever I think about trying…I just lock up; I can’t help it.” “If you really love her, it shouldn’t be that scary to say so. Ah, handle it however you want, but I say why hold it in? Let her know the way you care. Or better yet, if you can be sure she feels the same…” He paused, smiling. “Oh, well,” he said, walking into the wheelhouse with a yawn. “Goodnight, my boy. I’m glad you had a good time.” “Goodnight,” Balto said. He lay down under his old gray blanket, curling up against the cold of night, but sleep didn’t come for a while. Instead, he remained awake, thinking hard about what Boris had said.

About a week later, the dogs were all hanging out and socializing in the machine room. Jenna happened to look toward the door and saw Balto standing there, a little hesitant about entering, still in the process of becoming socially comfortable. She caught his eye and tilted her head back, inviting him in. He entered cautiously, smiling, and Doc saw him. “Ah, hello, Balto.” Everyone turned to acknowledge him, and several dogs offered him a place to sit, but the invitation he accepted was Jenna’s; she let him lay down next to her under a blanket she was using. Balto quickly became comfortable with speaking to everyone, which was fortunate because most of the dogs, obviously not really knowing him, were now interested in finding out about him. He tried his best not to look at Jenna too much, because since he was right next to her, it was obvious to everyone if he did it. Incidentally, Jenna was having exactly the same problem. The difficulty was even greater for the both of them because of the quiet but very pleasant sensation of being in such close proximity. Eventually, the other dogs gradually left the room, until only Balto and Jenna were left. “That was fun,” said Balto. “You should come more often,” Jenna replied. “It’s really nice to just chat with…” “I actually meant being with you like this.” “I know.” They looked at each other for several moments. “So, um, Jenna,” said Balto, “I don’t have anything to do tomorrow night, and I wondered if maybe you would like to do dinner again?” Jenna smiled. “I’m open, and I’m game. It’s a date.” “All right. See you at nine?” “That’s great. I’ll meet you at the restaurant. It was good seeing you tonight.” “Same here. Bye.” “Bye.”

The restaurant was nearly empty the next night, and the lights were turned down low, with a gentle melody from a twelve-string guitar playing on the radio. Balto and Jenna had managed to get one of the special seats, an end table with a wraparound wooden seat as the chair. It was set up so that curtains could be drawn over the front if those sitting there wanted privacy, obviously for romancing. A rose scented candle burned on the table, creating a moody yellow light. The two of them did eat, but only a little; the distraction created by each other was far more alluring than the food. Jenna was wearing a subtle but sweet perfume, and Balto had washed and combed his fur with Boris’ help. As the evening progressed, both found themselves slowly moving towards each other on the seat, speaking in quiet voices. “Jenna?” Balto said. “Yes?” she replied. “I just…I wanted to say that I’m glad you decided to go out with me. It was awfully nice of you.” “You’re welcome, but it’s hardly a sacrifice, you know. I should be thanking you for giving me an opportunity to go on a date with a nice man.” “Don’t forget, I owe you one for actually taking interest in me in the first place.” “Because you’re so sweet and decent. Besides, you had to take an interest in me, too.” Balto smiled at her. “That wasn’t exactly difficult.” “You, Balto, are a very charming man.” “And you, Jenna, are a very lovely lady.” They moved closer to each other. Balto stared into Jenna’s liquid almond eyes, fighting with violent passion, finally forcing himself to speak.

“Um…Jenna?” “Yeah?” “I want…will you…there’s something I think you need to know. I’ve felt this way for too long now. I have to tell you.” Jenna’s heart began fluttering, and she replied softly. “Go ahead.” “I, um, well…I…I love you, Jenna. I’m completely in love with you.” Jenna’s mouth hung open. She had somewhat expected Balto to say this, but she was completely unprepared for the joy and pleasure it brought. Balto continued. “I…tried so hard to tell you before, but I could get to it. I was always too nervous when an opportunity came up.” He cleared his throat. “So…what are you thinking?” Jenna suddenly found that it took a tremendous effort for her to speak. “It’s…I’m ecstatic, I’m terrified, I’m stunned…” She paused, then stared into Balto’s eyes as her feelings danced madly in her heart. “It’s wonderful.” He smiled at her, and she watched him reach out a paw and draw the curtains. The light from the outside faded through the fabric so that the candlelight was nearly the only light, and the ambience made them feel intoxicated. “You know, Balto…did I ever tell you how good-looking you are? You’re…a really romantic man, you know. I like this a lot.” Balto leaned toward Jenna, drawn by her beauty. He took in a deep breath of her perfume. “That smells very pleasant,” he said. “You’re…you’re so beautiful…” “Balto, um…is it, um…can I touch you?” “Sure.” She caressed his face softly, her breath shaking and becoming heavier, and spoke, her feelings rolling like waves. “Is…I would really like to kiss you.” “That sounds good…” They began kissing, hard and passionately. They moved apart, and Balto, drawing heavy breaths, reached out and ran his paws over Jenna’s neck and head. He happened to touch her ears with his claws, and she shivered. “Mmm…” “What is it?” “That…feels nice.” Balto, breathing harder and harder, gently drew Jenna’s head toward his, and they shared a long soul kiss. “Oh, man, that’s good,” he gasped. “Yeah. Oh…” Jenna said, breathing heavily. She caressed his neck and shoulders, and they continued to kiss. After a few more seconds, however, they both suddenly pulled back, and Balto spoke. “Ah…um, I don’t think we should go…” “Any further, yeah. You’re right. Whew…” They took a moment to catch their breath. “Balto…” Jenna sighed, leaning her body against his. “Jenna…” he whispered, stroking her gently. He reached out and opened the curtain, and they both sighed with regret at the moment being over. Overall, however, they were very happy. They sat up and walked away from the table, trembling and out of breath from the experience. At the door, Balto put a paw on Jenna’s shoulder, and she turned around. Unable to stop himself, he embraced her and kissed her again, and she returned both. They continued to kiss for several moments, not caring if anyone was looking at them. Finally, they moved apart, but only a little, still holding onto each other, breathing hard. “Thank…thank you for the date, Jenna,” Balto whispered. “Sure. Thank you…for telling me how you feel. It’s good…good to know. Bye.” “Bye.” Jenna walked out the door, and Balto sat down, smiling joyously. Nikki came down and sat next to him. “Yous are one lucky guy, Balto. Jenna’s never done that with anybody, ever. How was it?” Balto sighed. “Amazing.”

Jenna walked into Rosy’s house and had to steady herself against a wall, overwhelmed with pleasure. She giggled as she thought about the evening. “He loves me…” she whispered. “Oh…he really loves me…” She laughed and lay down in her bed, giggling again, her heart full of ecstasy. “Balto…” she breathed. “You’re capturing my heart.” She paused as she began to fall asleep. “Don’t stop…” she whispered, before nodding off.

A few days passed without Balto and Jenna seeing each other, but both wanting it very much. Balto was in town at a place where some dogs traded fenced goods for food and bones, looking at collars, wondering if they were as uncomfortable as they appeared. He moved one out of the pile it was sitting in to look at it. Suddenly, a strange, gruff-sounding voice came from behind him. “Hey, you need to pay for that.” Balto turned around, ready to explain that he was just looking, but instead of a grumpy dog, there was Jenna, with a mischievous smile on her face. He chuckled. “Man, that’s too bad. I was planning on just walking away with it.” They both laughed. “Nice to see you,” said Jenna. “How’ve you been?” “Just fine. You?” “I’m doing great.” They stood there for a minute, fidgeting. Jenna spoke nervously. “Um…Balto?” “Yes?” “I actually wanted to…ask you something. Ah…would you…I mean, will you…how would you like to come to my house tonight after dinner? I wanted to show it to you.” “That sounds great. I’d love to.” “Oh, and if you want to, we could go for a walk afterwards.” “Sure. What time do you want to come?” “Half past six?” “That works for me. I’ll look forward to it. See you then!” “Bye,” said Jenna, watching him as he left the market.

That night, Jenna waited out on the porch until Balto came. Pleasantly, he was on time again. “Hello again,” he said. “Hi. Nice to see you.” “Same here. Well, shall we?” “Sure. Come on in.” They went through the dog door, and Balto looked around. “This is pretty nice,” he said. “You’re right,” said Jenna. “I’m lucky to live here. Have you ever been in a house before?” “Nope. Well, I guess I should say not in one where someone’s living; I use abandoned places as shortcuts all the time. Other than that, the closest I’ve come is being in the carpenter’s workshop; he used to feed me sometimes.” They went into the living room. Balto walked around, looking at everything with much curiosity. “I’ve never really seen how people live,” he said. “In a more private setting, I mean.” “For me, living with them is a lot like what I remember of being with my family, except that trying to talk to them goes nowhere.” “Yeah, Boris noted that too.” Both of them chuckled, and then left the room. Jenna showed Balto Rosy’s room upstairs, then the family room, where pictures stood on some furniture articles. “Look here, Balto,” said Jenna. “That’s me as a puppy.” “Nothing’s changed,” he said. “Beautiful then, beautiful now.” “Thanks. Well, that’s pretty much it. Let’s head out, okay?”

Later that night, Jenna was talking with Sylvie; Dixie was at a party. “So, let’s see,” said Sylvie, “you’ve kissed him, gone out to dinner with him, danced with him, invited him to your house, gone on a romantic moonlight walk with him? There must be something about him, girl, because I never thought you would do all five of those things with one man.” Jenna laughed. “I know, I know! It’s so strange. I never thought I would want to date anyone again, and I certainly never expected to let anyone kiss me.” “And judging by the way you sounded when you told Dixie and me, you didn’t just let him kiss you; you wanted it.” “I did. Man…he so decent it’s hard to believe. I mean, he asks when he wants to kiss me or touch me. What man does that? I have never had a guy treat me with that much respect before. He doesn’t say offensive things, either. Apart from all that, he does nice things like bringing me flowers…he’s just so…so perfect!” Jenna giggled and flopped down on a rolled up sack. “Dang,” said Sylvie, “you look like you want to just float into the air.” “I do,” Jenna said, softly. “It feels so wonderful.” “What does?” “Everything. Everything about him. All I have to do is just look at him, and I get this…feeling.” “Feeling, huh?” “Yes. I’d describe as a lurch, like I’m riding on a sled that speeds up downhill all of a sudden. I mean, it’s really just like that! I look at him, and then, whoa! And when he looks at me, it feels like there’s a whirlpool in my stomach, and I want to kiss…” She paused, surprised at what she was saying. “…kiss him.” She began trembling. “Sylvie,” she said, “I think it’s finally happened. I think I’m…in love.”

Balto came back into town the next day, unable to resist his want to see Jenna again. He found her watching a friendly brawl between Nikki and Kaltag that the other dogs were betting on. “Hey there,” he said. “Hi,” she replied. “Did you want something?” “I was wondering if you could spare a minute to talk.” “Alright.” “Are you open on Saturday?” “Mm-hm. Do you want to go on a date?” “Yes. That was why I came to see you, actually.” “I’ll go.” “Okay, then. Meet me outside the boiler room before dinner. I’m going to bring some food.” “Where were we going?” “There’s a beautiful place a little ways outside the town I’d like you to see. I was figuring on going there, if you don’t mind.” “Not at all; that’ll be great.”

The hill afforded a picturesque view of the snowy landscape that was the frozen beach, stretching out as far as the eye could see in both directions, with the ocean extending beyond as the ice gave way farther out. The sun was going down, and the rainbow-colored reflections along the entire coast were marvelous. After they ate, Balto and Jenna were sitting next to each other, looking down the beach. “This is lovely, Balto, just lovely,” said Jenna. “This was a good idea.” Balto nodded. “That’s one good thing about living out here. I’m a lot closer to things like this.” He paused. “I don’t get to see real beauty as often as I’d like, though. But at least she’s here with me now.” Jenna looked at him and smiled. “I wish I could see you more often too.” She moved closer to him, rubbing against his shoulder. “Would you like a kiss?” “Absolutely.” She kissed his muzzle, beginning to breathe hard. “Balto…I have something I want to say.” “Alright.” “Um…” She swallowed, her passion burning fiercely. “The past few weeks have been just fabulous. You’ve been a wonderful man for me to be with. Actually…you’ve been better than any man I’ve ever known. And, well, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and…I found that…oh, Balto, I…I’ve fallen in love with you.” Balto was rendered speechless, caught entirely off guard by this admission. Jenna continued, her voice nervous and shaky, but undeniably happy. “You’ve won my heart. Now that I love you…I’m glad you didn’t give up. I know you kind of doubted yourself sometimes.” A wide smile made its way onto Balto’s face. “You mean that, Jenna? You really mean it?” Jenna nodded and slowly began to laugh softly with joy. “Yes. I love you.” They both sat staring at one another for a moment. “Balto,” Jenna said, “please, let me kiss…” “Okay.” They embraced and kissed for several minutes, their happiness spilling over even after they stopped. “I…I think I should head home,” said Balto. “Alright,” said Jenna. “Thanks for dinner.” “Thank you too, Jenna,” Balto said. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” He sprinted off through the snow, and Jenna followed him with her eyes, almost in a trance. 

The run back to the ship seemed like mere seconds to Balto. He was completely euphoric, oblivious to anything except the sweet memories of everything that he had experienced with Jenna over the past several days: her voice, her face, their walk, their dates, her kiss…her affirmation of love, just a few minutes ago. He ran up the plank. “Boris!” he called. “Boris!” Soon, Boris came running up onto the deck; he had been off the ship playing with Muk and Luk. “Huh? What? What’s going on?” “Boris, she loves me! She said she was in love with me! I’m so happy I feel like I’m gonna burst!” Boris began laughing. “Ha ha! My boy, good for you! No need to ask how you feel, eh?” Balto looked off into space. “Yeah, I know,” he said, quietly. It seemed to Boris that a mighty struggle was going on inside Balto’s head. Then, a look crossed Balto’s face, one of a deep love, so strong Boris had never seen anything like it. “Yeah…” Balto said. “I know.”

The next day, Balto walked into the dog’s restaurant, having been told that Jenna was eating there. He looked around, and sure enough, there she was, sitting at the very table they had used on their first date, talking with Dixie and Sylvie. He had to fight furiously against the hurricane of emotions that raged inside him just to be able to walk. Crossing the room, he stopped next to the table. “Ladies,” he said, politely. “Jenna?” “Hey, Balto,” she said, hugging him. “What are you doing here?” “I have something I need to tell you, and something I need to ask you.” “Okay.” Balto sat and knelt clumsily on one paw. “Oh…” Jenna gasped, her eyes growing wide. “I…I love you, Jenna,” said Balto, his voice so nervous and so gentle, “with all my heart. I always have, ever since the day I first saw you.” Jenna trembled, her breath coming in short gasps. Balto continued. “You’re the love of my life, and I would be…so very happy if you would share the rest of that life with me.” Everyone watched as he took her paw. “Jenna, will you marry me?” Jenna sat there for a moment, breathless, and finally was able to answer. “Yes.” At first it was a soft tone, then it grew to a joyous shout. “Yes!” She jumped off her chair and into Balto’s embrace. They laughed ecstatically as everyone else cheered. “I love you, Balto!” Jenna shouted. “I love you, too, Jenna!” Balto shouted. Both of them were sobbing with sweet joy. “Jenna, may I kiss you? Please!” Jenna put a paw on Balto’s lips. “No, wait, wait,” she laughed. “Let’s save it for the wedding!” “Sure! Anything you say, anything!” Suddenly, something flew in the door and nearly tackled Balto. It was Boris, laughing wildly. “Ha ha, Balto! I knew one day you’d get up the guts to ask her! So when is it, huh? When?” Balto and Jenna looked at each other. “Next week?” said Balto. “That’s great!” said Jenna. “I don’t want to have to be apart from you any longer than that!” They both laughed, and embraced again, nuzzling each other softly.

The week dragged, and dragged, and dragged…
Barely a minute went by when Balto and Jenna didn’t think of each other. They were in each other’s thoughts, hearts, even dreams. They saw each other as much as they could, but doing that did more to slow down the time than help anything. There were things to do, obviously; the two had determined that it be announced that they were getting married and that anyone who wanted to come should simply show up, but beyond that, everything had arrangements that needed to be made. It was decided that the ceremony would be held in the machine room, and the dinner would be held in the dog’s restaurant. Nikki, Kaltag, and Star spent endless hours arguing over what music to play, until they were finally able to come up with a song schedule. Dixie and Sylvie spent an almost equal amount of time on the aesthetic points of the wedding, among them picking out a nice collar for Balto to wear and some white roses to put in Jenna’s bandana. Morse proved invaluable during the massive setup three days before the wedding, barking messages loudly across the rooms. Eventually, everything was finally prepared.

It was the night before the big day. Balto couldn’t sleep at all; his mind had been tirelessly thinking of Jenna all week, and now those thoughts were at their strongest. He knew he would need some sleep, so he decided to go out for a walk to spend a little energy, hoping physical fatigue would help overcome his crazily energized mind. He started walking seriously, but in time he was reduced to ambling slowly. A lot was about to happen to him, he knew. The next day, he would become a husband, and officially a part of the town. What a tremendous step it would be from his former life. He stopped walking for a moment and looked at the moon. “They’ve been long and bitter years,” he said out loud, “but it’s worth it for this.” He continued down the street, but stopped when he heard a noise that sounded like humming. He looked around, and…there, on a bench. There was no mistaking that beautiful red. “Jenna?” he said. She turned and looked at him. “Balto? Hey! I hardly expected to see you here!” Balto smiled. “I felt like going for a walk. Mind if I sit down?” “No. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here, though.” Balto sat next to her. “Why are you out here?” “I’m having a hard time sleeping. I was just trying to pass some time.” “I don’t think I have to ask what you’re thinking about.” “Just everything that’s happened. I mean…” “I know.” She smiled. “Tomorrow, it’s going to be like…all of the guys that didn’t work out, all of the disappointments, all the hope I lost…that’ll all be gone, and it’ll just be…us.” “I’m sorry, Jenna.” “Why? What do you have to be sorry about?” “That I didn’t propose to you a whole lot sooner.” They embraced tenderly. “I have a surprise for you,” Jenna said. “Really?” Balto replied. “What is it?” “I overheard Rosy talking to her parents. She wants you to live at their house, and her parents agreed.” “Are you serious?” Balto said excitedly. “They want to take me in?” “Yes! And think; now we’ll be married! We can spend every minute of the day with each other!” They embraced each other, chuckling with joy. “I love you, Balto,” Jenna whispered. “I love you, too, Jenna,” Balto whispered back. “We should go home and get some sleep, okay?” “Okay. Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” They parted and began walking down the street in opposite directions. Balto turned around. “Marry you tomorrow!” he called. Jenna turned around as well, and they both began laughing ecstatically. “Marry you tomorrow!” she called.

Eventually, the lovers fell asleep, their minds flooded with wonderful dreams of each other, and eventually, the dawn broke, and the dogs began gradually moving into the machine room. It was quite full by four fifty-five in the afternoon, five minutes before the ceremony was due to begin. Balto stood outside, fidgeting nervously. He made an annoyed sound. “Five minutes. Come on, come on!” “I know you’re going to scoff at me, but be patient.” Boris was making sure Balto was ready, and Muk and Luk were there with them. “That collar looks nice,” he said. Balto made a sound like he was choking, and Boris laughed. “I knew you’d like it.” Balto was about to make a crack about the collar, but he noticed Boris’ face fade from happiness to gloom. “What is it, Boris? Are you okay?” “Ah, yeah, yeah, I, um…” A stray tear leaked down his cheek, and he turned quickly to wipe it away. Balto had never seen Boris shed a tear in all the years he’d been raising him. “Boris? What’s wrong?” The goose hung his head and wings, speaking sadly. “It’s just…Balto, you mean a lot to me. My home isn’t in the old country anymore; it’s here, and you’re a big part of it. Now, I’m totally excited that you’re getting married, especially seeing as Jenna’s such a nice girl, and I’m happy that you’ll be able to live in her house like you told me. Just…” His tears began to flow freely. “Please don’t forget me, my boy?” “Yes, Balto, you will visit us, won’t you?” said Muk, and Luk whimpered the same question. Balto walked up and nuzzled each of them comfortingly. “I’ll never forget any of you.” The three hugged him, and Balto spoke to Boris. “You’re nothing less than a father to me,” he said softly. Boris lost control and broke into sobs as Balto spoke to Muk and Luk. “And you two are like little brothers to me.” The bears sniffed a little, hugging Balto tightly. After a few seconds, Boris regained his composure and smiled. “I’m not the mushy type, Balto, but…I love you, son.” “I love you, too, Dad,” said Balto. “We love you, Balto,” said Muk, Luk humming his assent. “I love you guys,” Balto replied. “Alright,” said Boris, “that’s enough for now; I’m sure there’ll be plenty of crying and stuff in a couple of minutes. Go on in.” Balto walked into the room and stood on a platform that had been set up for the occasion. Doc was standing on it as well, waiting to conduct the ceremony. Balto happened to look at a silver plate and see his reflection. “Well, goodbye, old me,” he thought.

Jenna was waiting outside as Dixie and Sylvie got her ready. “I can’t believe you’re finally getting married,” said Dixie. “You were never superficial like us; I didn’t think you’d ever find a guy that measured up to your standards.” “You were smart to wait,” said Sylvie. “Well, Jenna, this is it. He’s waiting. The roses are really nice.” “Yeah. You look great.” Jenna smiled and looked at her reflection in a frozen puddle. She sighed happily. “Well, goodbye, old me,” she thought.

“Try not to get the notes wrong, Star,” said Kaltag. The dogs had managed to secure a small piano from an abandoned tavern, and Star had been asked to use it to play the wedding music. “Hey look, I’ve got it, chum,” said Star. Nikki spoke up. “This is really special, do yous know that?” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh ye of little faith…” He accidentally brought his paws down the instrument’s keys, striking a very sour note. Nikki and Kaltag glowered, and Star smiled timidly. “Sylvie is good at this kind of thing, but she’s being a flower girl.” “Just don’t get any funny ideas, okay?” “Hey,” said Morse, “knock it off, you three. The wedding is going to start in a few seconds! Star, get ready to play that thing.” Doc motioned with his paw for everyone to quiet down. Everyone watched as Jenna walked up to the door. Star began to play the piano, and Jenna walked down the aisle, slowly, grinning ear to ear, nearly oblivious to anything except Balto, her first and only true love, standing on the platform, looking so handsome in his collar and combed fur. Balto smiled joyously, his gaze fixed on her. She looked so much like an angel, his beautiful Jenna, walking toward him now, roses under her bandana, ready to join him forever. It was almost like a dream, but they both knew it was real, and that made it all the better. Boris was standing behind Balto as the best man, Dixie and Sylvie were accompanying Jenna as flower girls, and Nikki and Kaltag were watching from off to the side. Muk and Luk were sitting with the other dogs in the audience. Luk said something to Muk, who agreed. “Oh, yes, I’m very happy for Balto. He’s waited a long time for this.” Luk nodded, humming his agreement. Jenna stepped up onto the platform, and she and Balto smiled at each other. Doc began speaking. “Dearly beloved…”

“Do you, Balto, take Jenna to be your wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?” Balto was trembling with happiness as he looked at Jenna, his heart soaring. “I do.” “And do you, Jenna, take Balto to be your wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?” Jenna stared lovingly into Balto’s eyes, a tear of joy running down her cheek. “I do.” Doc nodded and smiled. “By the power vested in me by the dogs of this town, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!” Balto and Jenna embraced each other and, without any delay, shared the first kiss of their marriage. Everyone sat up, cheering. There were more than a few tears, and not just from Balto and Jenna. Dixie and Sylvie were sobbing, Boris had begun halfway through the ceremony, Nikki and Kaltag were trying desperately not to cry but failing miserably, Star’s tears prevented him from being able to see the music notes to play properly, and it wasn’t Luk, but Muk who was crying at the sweetness of it all. It was a fantastic moment, and Balto and Jenna didn’t notice anything but each other, until they moved apart. They both laughed softly, tears streaming down their cheeks, and began walking up the aisle.

“This is pretty cool, guys,” said Nikki. “We hasn’t been to a wedding in ages, not to mention one this beautiful.” “Yeah, this is the most awesome, the most wonderful, the most stupendous, the most fabulous…” “This is nice!” Star cringed and braced himself for the impact of Kaltag’s fisted paw. Balto intervened. “Hey now! How can Star enjoy the dinner if he’s in a coma?” Kaltag sighed. “Alright. Since you’re the one getting married and all that, I’ll humor you.” Balto nodded and walked back to Jenna, who was standing near the dance floor. They exchanged a kiss, smiling at one another as Morse’s voice cut across the room. “Hello, everybody? Hello? Your attention, please!” The room quieted. “We are about…to pass around the cake! Thanks be to Boris, who was the only one among us dexterous enough to cut it!” Everyone cheered. “Balto and Jenna, could you come up here, please?” They obliged. “Go on! Give some to each other, and we’ll start eating.” The two of them clumsily tore pieces off the cake and put them in each other’s mouths. They hugged each other, and those present clapped again, after which they ate their apportioned pieces of cake. “I swear,” said Doc, “everyone is going to be rather hyper this afternoon.” Nikki’s voice came over a microphone. “Okay, may I have your attention, everyone?” The dogs all looked toward him. “Thanks. We’s are going to start the music now, so anyone who wants to dance should get ready. Rule! Only one rule! Balto and Jenna will only be dancing with each other, so nobody else ask them, okay?” Everyone nodded. “Good. Let’s dance!” They turned on the radio system, and Balto and Jenna started to dance, along with a few other dogs. The first song, most appropriately, was “I Knew I Loved You”, and it was beautiful. Balto nuzzled Jenna as a sob escaped his throat. “What is it?” Jenna asked. “It’s just…it’s like the song. I’ve waited so long for this…I just, I can’t believe your mine.” “Well, I guess that’s why I’m crying, too,” said Jenna. She pulled her head back, and Balto saw that her face was tear-streaked. They embraced each other, letting their happy tears fall.

The rest of the music was very good; Nikki, Kaltag and Star had worked their tails off choosing it. When the dinner began, an introduction had to be made. Boris, Muk and Luk got to talk to Nikki, Kaltag, Star, Dixie, and Sylvie for the first time, and among other things, Boris told them the story of how he found Balto. Following this, the eating started in earnest, and the eight of them, including Balto and Jenna, got to have a fantastic time talking. After several minutes, the couple went back to the tables to get more food. While they were up, they happened to notice someone standing uncomfortably near the door. It was Steele. Balto looked at Jenna, silently asking her what he should do. Jenna nodded slightly, and Balto began walking towards Steele, who simply watched him approach, saying nothing. Balto stopped in front of him and, after a moment, held out a paw. “No hard feelings?” he asked. Steele looked down at Balto’s paw and sighed. Then, he slowly held out his own, and they shook. “No hard feelings,” he said. “Are you going to eat anything?” asked Balto. “Nah. I’m going to get out of here.” He looked at Jenna, then back at Balto. He looked like something was bothering him a great deal, and Balto didn’t have to think too hard to figure out what it was. “Don’t worry; I’m not going to rub this in your face or anything, and she won’t, either. I know it.” The troubled look on Steele’s face seemed to fade. He nodded and turned to leave, but stopped just as Balto was going to head back to Jenna. “I promise I won’t mess with her,” he said. “Or you.” Balto turned towards him, more than a little surprised. “You mean that?” “I’ve always thought that one good turn deserves another.” Balto nodded slowly. “Thank you, Steele.” Steele actually smiled a little, and then walked out the door. Jenna walked up and nuzzled Balto. “Do you think you made a friend?” she asked. “Well,” said Balto, “I’m not completely sure about that, but I do think I lost an enemy. I actually feel sorry for him.” “Well, I think his perfect mate is out there, if he’s willing to be patient and keep his eyes open.” They kissed and went back to the table where their friends were sitting. Almost two hours passed of talking and eating, and then, as the dinner was due to end, Doc walked to the dance floor, clearing his throat to draw attention. “Well, everyone, I think it’s time to go home. Before you leave, however, a toast, to Balto and Jenna and a happy life for them!” Acknowledgement came from around the room, and everyone drank to the couple’s marriage. Balto and Jenna thanked all wholeheartedly, and then walked out the door, calling goodbye as they headed back to Rosy’s house.
 
“After you,” Balto said charmingly. Jenna smiled at him and walked through the dog door. Balto touched her shoulder as she went in, letting his paw run down her body. Jenna broke into a grin, feelings a sweet, pleasant rush. Balto walked in after her, and when he saw her sitting there, it was his turn to feel a rush. “Man, she’s lovely,” he thought. He walked slowly toward her, feeling like his body wasn’t his own, and broke into an uncontrollable grin. Jenna stood up, an enchanted look on her face, and walked toward him. They met and kissed, holding it long. When they released, Balto sighed lovingly. “I love you, sweetheart,” said Jenna. “I love you, too, beautiful,” said Balto. Jenna smiled. “I don’t imagine you’ll want anything to eat,” she said. “You’re right,” Balto replied. “I’m stuffed.” “What did you used to get for food, anyway? Couldn’t have been much; you’re pretty thin.” “Well, when I was a puppy, Boris always found things for me to eat; I don’t know where he got them. When I got older I started going out to find my own food, because since I was eating more he couldn’t find enough all by himself. I never killed any animals, but I did have to steal from people a lot. I didn’t like doing it that way, though; I preferred to look through garbage and try not to get caught. I’d still get chased away, but it was a lot easier than stealing. The garbage behind the butcher shop had great meat, so I would go there a lot…until he caught me. One look at him holding that meat cleaver and glaring, and I never went back. Sometimes I just had to do without.” Jenna felt deep pity for Balto while he was saying this. “It’s so unfair,” she thought. “He’s the nicest dog in town, and he’s had to live the worst his whole life. He probably never had a really decent meal before today.” “You’ll never have to worry about that anymore,” she said. “Rosy will never let you go hungry. Come look.” They walked into the kitchen, and Balto saw a new food bowl sitting next to Jenna’s, with his name on it. “See?” Jenna said. “She’s already made you a bowl.” Balto smiled, shaking his head. “Wow…” “Wow what?” “Just…it’s so different. All these changes…it’s just huge.” Jenna nodded. “You deserve a beautiful life after all you’ve been through. I hope you’ll like it here.” “Anywhere you are.”

The two walked into the living room together. It was quite late by this time, and the room would have been pitch black, but the sky was spotless, and the moonlight spilled into the room through a front window of the house, the curtains of which were open. A bright shape of the window stretched out over the floor from the pale rays, and all of the furniture was bathed in a faint, surreal glow. Balto and Jenna embraced again, holding each other tightly, wanting only to be as close to one another as possible. Jenna nuzzled Balto, who then walked over to a radio that sat on a low cabinet. He turned and looked at Jenna. “You like jazz, baby?” he asked, his voice low and romantic. “Yeah,” Jenna said softly, with a sweet smile on her face. “Soft jazz.” Balto turned the radio on softly, and spun the dial until he heard a saxophone. Jenna walked to him, and he met her halfway across the room. Neither of them said a word; they just placed their heads on each other’s shoulders and began dancing slowly, closing their eyes and absorbing themselves in the atmosphere of the moment; the gentle, passionate music; the shadowed room with the shining ambient moonlight; the feel of each on the other, and the stirring, delightful passion of a slow dance, into which they fell voluntarily, thinking about nothing except how wonderful it felt just to be there.

When the song stopped, Balto and Jenna slowly moved their heads apart and stared into each other’s eyes. Balto felt more alive than he ever had in his life. For so long, he had yearned to give his love to Jenna, and his chance had finally come. Jenna felt so happy she could barely think. As she lost herself in Balto’s eyes, she felt complete at last, the empty space in her heart gone for the first time. Standing there, allowing their hearts to intertwine, was a moment that bordered on magical. Balto was the first one to speak. “I can see behind your eyes, Jenna,” he said softly. “I can see your heart.” “I can see behind your eyes, too, Balto,” Jenna said. “It’s like I’m actually seeing how beautiful your heart is, instead of feeling it.” “That’s exactly how I feel,” Balto said. “It’s too wonderful for words.” After staring into each other’s eyes a little longer, they finally broke away, and went into the family room. A fire burned low and warm in the fireplace, casting its flickering yellow-gold light over a basket bed sitting just in front of it. The bed had a large pillow in the bottom, a soft-looking brown blanket, and red velvet cushions. Jenna kissed Balto on the cheek, and he turned toward her, letting her lips run down his muzzle and meeting her second kiss with his. “The bed looks comfortable,” he said. Jenna looked at the bed, then back at him. “Wanna find out?” she said alluringly. Balto grinned. “Why not?” he said, passion filling his voice. “By the way, I’m not really thin; I’m lean. I’ve got muscle. Feel it.” He stood taller, flexing his shoulder and back muscles. Jenna moved slowly to his side, letting her eyes play across his body, and ran her paw over his left shoulder. “Hmmm,” she said admiringly. “That’s nice…” She leaned in and kissed the tensed sinews, feeling him with her paws. She moved toward his front, and kissed his neck, close to his left shoulder. Balto shuddered and started breathing hard. “T-that’s my sweet spot,” he gasped. Jenna looked into his eyes, smiling. “I was wondering when I would find it.” Balto’s eyes moved to her head. “We already know yours, of course.” He drew his paw up and down one of her ears, letting his claws lightly brush her skin, and she began trembling. “Mmm. Oh, Balto, that’s good.” Desire burned in Balto’s eyes, and he moved in to Jenna. He licked her muzzle, and she closed her eyes, pressing her body sensually against his. They started kissing passionately, and moved over to the bed. Balto pressed his muzzle into the crook of Jenna’s hind leg, and now she started breathing hard. She turned around, pulling him to her and kissing his neck, drawing her paws across his face and licking his ears. He caressed her lovingly, and she giggled. They sat down and kissed again, putting all of their passion into it. Jenna ran her paws down Balto’s back, nuzzling his chest, and he giggled. They were both giggling as they lay down, rolling back and forth, kissing and laughing in ecstasy. They sat up again, looking into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. “Are you ready?” asked Balto. “I am,” said Jenna. “May I?” he asked. “Yes, you may,” she said. Jenna stood and turned around so her back was facing Balto, brushing his neck with her tail. Balto pushed himself onto and up Jenna’s back, feeling the warmth of her body. He slowly clasped his paws around her chest, which heaved with his. They could feel each other’s hearts pounding, knowing what was coming. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to touch his. He closed his eyes and leaned his head forward to touch hers. And then, magic. Pure, smoldering, sugary magic. Right then, there was no world, no Alaska, no Nome. Even the little room, the fireplace and the bed were in a haze. It was just each other, nothing more and nothing less. They kissed; oh, such a fantastic kiss. They released, and gasping for breath, they held on for dear life as they flew down the roller coaster that their love was spiriting them along on. It was eternity and moments at the same time.

Then, it was over.

“I love you, Jenna.”
“I love you too, Balto.”    

The two of them lay down, gasping and panting. “Oh, wow,” Balto gasped. “Oh, yeah,” Jenna breathed. “That was…” “I know.” They took a few seconds to gain some breath back. Jenna rolled over so she was facing Balto and spoke. “Oh, my love, it was awesome! I want it. I want it again!” “Me, too, Jenna. I want it, too! Please, let me have you!” “Come on! I’m yours; take me!” “Man, I can’t hold back!”

Two hours passed. Two hours of the sweetest euphoric heaven that rendered the expectations of either lover cheap. Finally, giggling and kissing, they took a break, trying to hold themselves up on shaky legs. “I think we should go to bed now,” said Balto. “Yeah,” said Jenna, “we’ll need some sleep after this. It’s a shame, really. I want it to last forever.” “So do I. I so wish it could be that way.” They moved a few of the cushions, making space by piling them at one end to serve as a place to rest their heads, and lay down, snuggling up against each other, holding each other close. “Goodnight, Jenna.” “Goodnight, Balto.” “Now let’s close our eyes, go to sleep, and wake up to a whole life together.” Jenna laughed softly. “Okay. I’ll dream about you.” “Ditto.” They kissed, long and soft, and let their heads settle to the cushions, each of their heads touching the others’. “I love you, baby,” said Balto. “I love you, my man,” said Jenna. With that, they slowly drifted into the happiest sleep of their lives.