Balto and RockyBalto walked slowly up the sand dune, then waited impatiently for his sister to join him. "C'mon, Roc!" he barked. Rocky, padded slowly up the beach to stand by his side. "I'm here," she whispered. Balto grinned. "Yeah, sis. Hey-- what's that scent?" He breathed in, his sister also inhaling. "Oh my, other dogs!" she yipped joyfully, but Balto stopped her with a paw. "They may be dangerous." Rocky stopped. "Yeah? And?" she barked impatiently. Balto sighed exasperately. "C'mon, sis. You get it. If they are dangerous, they might kill us." She laughed. "You can be so-o-o funny, Balto." She stopped, then gave Balto a pouty face. "Please?" Balto gave another deep sigh. "Alright," he sighed, "but only if you keep up with me." He set a steady run, his pads hitting the ground. She loped just behind him. They went around a bend, and ran into the forest. The two slowed their pace, nearly running into a few dogs surrounding a carcasse.
For a moment there was silence. Balto perked his auds as much as he could, the tip of his semi-erect ears flopping over his forehead. "He-e-ey...." he yipped softly. Rocky semi-hid behind her brother, and tried not to stare at the dogs. One male she noticed, a black mutt, was particularly interesting to look at. She averted her pools occasionally, or tried to. Finally, to restrain herself, she hid her face behind Balto. Rocky just couldn't describe her feelings at that moment. She remembered that male's face, and her stomach felt like it simply flipped, and she felt warm. She swallowed, trying to erase emotion from her face, but she just couldn't. She licked her lips uncomfortably, her heart beating in her ears.