This takes place after Wings of Change. I don't own the films. This will focus on Saba.



It's was another winter in Nome, Alaska. Children were running in their coats playing with their dogs, on a snow covered plage were three red adult Alaskan Husky-Wolf hybrids. A large male named Dingo, a slender female named Saba, and a another male named Dakota, whose red manteau went through the bridge of his nose.

"Cold air we have today." Dingo sniffed.

"Dingo baby." Saba laughed. "This is Alaska. Snow, Sun, rain, ou shine, the air is always cold.

"Oh."

"Bet toi feel dumb." Dakota teased as he dug through the snow. "Sure wish that there was something to do besides this though."

"I know what toi mean." Dingo sighed. "I just wished we've made something of ourselves, toi know.. the way Aleu and Kodiak did."

"Now I know I am not hearing all this." Saba frowned. "So what if we don't lead any loup packs ou mail teams? That don't make me any less special." Saba then walked up. "Besides, our time hasn't even begun."

“What do toi mean?” The two males simultaneously asked curiously.

"Here's what I mean." Saba chimed as she began to sing.

"There's a time in every dog's s life,
Where he sticks his nose into something other than junk,
But toi ain't gonna get nowhere spasing like that,
C'mon, Dingo montrer some spunk."

"Spasing?" Dingo panicked. "I'M SPASING? I'M LOSING IT. HELP!" Suddenly, Dakota slapped him.

"Get a grip, toi idiot!" Dakota yelled. " Sabs, do toi really think we can make ourselves special?"

Saba smiled as she sung on.

"Instead of chasing squirrels, we can chase our dreams,
Don't just sit around to howl and whine,
We've got way too much that's in front of us,
Now tell me Dakota, where's your spine?"

Dakota turned to look at his back. " Well if I remember correctly, it should be right here." He a dit placing his paw on his back. "Starting at my neck and ending at my tail." Dingo turned to slap him.

"Now, look who's the idiot." Dingo a dit smugly. Then, Both Dingo and Dakota watched their sister jump on a barrel and really get into her own music, as usual.

"We may be at a slow start,
But it doesn't take apart,
The fact that we're still on our way,
If we just stick to our guns,
We'll have finally won,
'Cause toi know every dog has his day,
Has his day,
Has his daaaaaay-aaaaaay, heeeeyy-" Saba her note for a long time until she suddenly stopped.

What they saw suivant shocked them all. Dingo and Dakota saw a huge gray paw placed on their sister's muzzle. Their eyes followed the paw's connection to see that it was none other than their father, the legendary wolf-dog, Balto who had silenced Saba.

" salut Dad." Dingo smiled sheepishly.

" Hello, Dingo." Balto replied before turning to his daughter, whose mouth he still had his paw on. "Saba, don't get the wrong idea. I l’amour your voice, but I've had a long day. I cannot afford to be bothered par anything, not even par your beautiful voice. At this point, the thing that should cheer me up is just going back to my old abandoned bateau and laying down." With that he took his paw off Saba's muzzle.

Saba smiled and rubbed heads with her father. " You're just a grumpy old hound, aren't ya Daddy?"

" I'm not a grumpy old hound, Saba." Balto replied playfully. " I'm a grizzly old hound."

" Either way I still l’amour you." Saba rolled her eyes.

"So do we." Dingo and Dakota wagged their tails.

" I l’amour toi guys too." Balto a dit looking at his the shipwreck he called home. He then smiled and turned to his offspring. " Why don't toi guys come hang with your old hound for a moment? "

Balto and his pups went to his home, but little did they know, they weren't the only ones listening to Saba's singing. A distance away from Balto and his family, a young male Malamute Husky with a cowlick had his eyes locked on Saba and couldn't take them off her.

" I know my Dad a dit for me to stay away from Balto and his family, but I couldn't help but listen to his daughter."