Post by Balto on Jun 14, 2019 18:45:12 GMT
Although Balto wasn't exactly a harbor dog, he did feel at home by the water. He'd spent his life living in an abandoned boat, after all, and being near the water at the harbor just felt right. Of course, he had gained a few stares of curiosity as he padded through the streets of Arendelle. He didn't live there. Still, the wolfdog of the Gilded Wings wanted to get a look around. The worst that could happen was that he got a few odd stares and maybe got to have some conversation with others. As far as anyone knew here? He was just a stray. No big deal. That was why Balto felt confident enough to just walk around and see the sights.
For a city that was hosting an army, it seemed pretty quiet on the whole. That was fine by Balto. He'd be able to tell the others what he had seen and they could learn from it. As his paws touched against the cobblestone of the harbor, though, he became aware of splashing sounds. That in and of itself wasn't unusual. He thought it might just be water lapping against the wooden poles holding up the slipways of the harbor. As he padded further down the path, though, the splashing got louder. He also heard voices.
Instinct took hold, guiding Balto into a run to follow the sounds. His heart beat against his chest faster and faster. Someone was in trouble, and there was no way he could just stand by and let whatever was happening just go down. As long as he had breath in his lungs and a beat in his heart, then he would risk something to aid others. He'd done it before. This was just another day for him, and whoever was in trouble? Well, there was no doubt in Balto's mind that he'd remember their faces for a while after that. Faster and faster he ran until he reached the end of the harbor, skidding to a stop and searching with his eyes to find the folks in peril. Then, he spotted them. A pair of dogs seemed to have fallen into the frigid water below and were fighting against the current to get back. Now he knew his mission. As rapid breaths escaped through a partly open mouth, Balto made his presence known. They'd probably already seen him arrive on the scene, but hey. A little bit of barking couldn't hurt.
"Hang on!" Balto called to them. Okay, so they were stuck in the frigid water. It looked like they might try to make a go for the slipway, but with the state of the current Balto wasn't sure how successful they'd be on their own. Amber eyes darted from the cocker spaniel and her scruffy mate to around the general area. There was an unused boat set off to the side of the slipway, resting just within reach and sitting on the dry wood. Balto looked from the boat to the rope holding it. Someone clearly intended to use the boat for something, but there was no time to really consider how someone else might have needed it.
A Gilded Wings member was to help those in need. The needs of those two dogs, therefore, outweighed the need of some fisherman or sailor. That decided it. Balto leaped from where he stood and landed in front of the boat. Powerful wolfdog teeth were used to chomp the rope free of where it was tied to the boat. He searched quickly for the other end, but saw it was attached to the harbor. That made sense. Whoever owned the boat wouldn't want to lose their vessel. Well, Balto decided that would be a benefit. He took the end of the rope he'd bitten into his teeth and ran back to where he had started, dragging the rope behind him. It was long enough to reach. He felt confident of that much.
"Here!" Balto held the rope a little higher. "I'm gonna toss this to you! Try and grab hold, and I'll try and pull you closer!" Now it was just a matter of whether or not Tramp and Lady trusted him enough to help. These dogs didn't know him. With his wolf genes shining through, they could easily have taken him for one. But what did pedigree have to do with helping someone? Surely they'd see past it and take the rope... right?
Balto didn't question it further. Trusting that Tramp and Lady would take his word for it, he turned his head back a bit and quickly threw the rope toward the struggling canines. He'd move to grab the end that was tied off once he was sure they'd taken hold of it.
For a city that was hosting an army, it seemed pretty quiet on the whole. That was fine by Balto. He'd be able to tell the others what he had seen and they could learn from it. As his paws touched against the cobblestone of the harbor, though, he became aware of splashing sounds. That in and of itself wasn't unusual. He thought it might just be water lapping against the wooden poles holding up the slipways of the harbor. As he padded further down the path, though, the splashing got louder. He also heard voices.
Instinct took hold, guiding Balto into a run to follow the sounds. His heart beat against his chest faster and faster. Someone was in trouble, and there was no way he could just stand by and let whatever was happening just go down. As long as he had breath in his lungs and a beat in his heart, then he would risk something to aid others. He'd done it before. This was just another day for him, and whoever was in trouble? Well, there was no doubt in Balto's mind that he'd remember their faces for a while after that. Faster and faster he ran until he reached the end of the harbor, skidding to a stop and searching with his eyes to find the folks in peril. Then, he spotted them. A pair of dogs seemed to have fallen into the frigid water below and were fighting against the current to get back. Now he knew his mission. As rapid breaths escaped through a partly open mouth, Balto made his presence known. They'd probably already seen him arrive on the scene, but hey. A little bit of barking couldn't hurt.
"Hang on!" Balto called to them. Okay, so they were stuck in the frigid water. It looked like they might try to make a go for the slipway, but with the state of the current Balto wasn't sure how successful they'd be on their own. Amber eyes darted from the cocker spaniel and her scruffy mate to around the general area. There was an unused boat set off to the side of the slipway, resting just within reach and sitting on the dry wood. Balto looked from the boat to the rope holding it. Someone clearly intended to use the boat for something, but there was no time to really consider how someone else might have needed it.
A Gilded Wings member was to help those in need. The needs of those two dogs, therefore, outweighed the need of some fisherman or sailor. That decided it. Balto leaped from where he stood and landed in front of the boat. Powerful wolfdog teeth were used to chomp the rope free of where it was tied to the boat. He searched quickly for the other end, but saw it was attached to the harbor. That made sense. Whoever owned the boat wouldn't want to lose their vessel. Well, Balto decided that would be a benefit. He took the end of the rope he'd bitten into his teeth and ran back to where he had started, dragging the rope behind him. It was long enough to reach. He felt confident of that much.
"Here!" Balto held the rope a little higher. "I'm gonna toss this to you! Try and grab hold, and I'll try and pull you closer!" Now it was just a matter of whether or not Tramp and Lady trusted him enough to help. These dogs didn't know him. With his wolf genes shining through, they could easily have taken him for one. But what did pedigree have to do with helping someone? Surely they'd see past it and take the rope... right?
Balto didn't question it further. Trusting that Tramp and Lady would take his word for it, he turned his head back a bit and quickly threw the rope toward the struggling canines. He'd move to grab the end that was tied off once he was sure they'd taken hold of it.