A/N: So, last week, I finally saw Balto for the very first time (and I'm eighteen, that's sad, huh?) and I loved it. This is just going to be a couple short fics about Balto finally becoming welcome in Nome.

It all happened so fast.

The day before he set out to find the lost team, he was treated like he usually was, getting snow kicked in his face, being called half-breed by Steele and his gang, and him slinking around with Boris, trying to find some excuse for food, with little Rosy being the only one who would show him even a shred of kindness. He remembered a few days, before Rosy had gotten sick, and he had been lucky, that she would be waiting by the door or a window and give him a bone left over from the night before. If he had been REALLY lucky, he would manage to make it back to his boat without getting the bone stolen by Steele.

So, when he entered the village at the head of the dogsled team, pulling the sled that carried the precious antitoxin to the cheers of the villagers, he thought that would be the only time he was welcomed into the village and not get treated like he usually did.

Balto had accepted long ago that he would probably be known as the outcast for the rest of his life. But as he listened to the unrelenting cheers of both the villagers and the dogs, he realized that his life had changed permanently.