Chapter 3
"suit yourself then," ohana said, still studying yuri's long mane. "i'm going to find something nice to clip in your mane for the wedding. perhaps a butterfly." yuri tried not to wince. oh god. she pasted on a smile. "that sounds _lovely_."
Chapter 2
He loved to smooth his mane with mane oils, and sometimes late at night, theo would find himself brushing roan's glossy mane beside the fire and smiling as he breathed in his scent. "ah . . . roan baby . . ." "oh, theo . . . i'm coming . . ."
Chapter 3: You will be mine
Eloein was a white furred wolf like zaldon, with his mane cut short, and had a small pouch tied to his waist. seeing his nephew struggle only amused him.
Prologue
His mane was long past his shoulders and he had white feathers in it.
Chapter 59: I'll Come Back
When they had both come and were lying together on the pillows, keme stroked iniwa's mane and felt a twinge of guilt.
Chapter 53: Keme's Intention
But his black fur was covered in little white specks, and his black mane was shorter, cut off at the shoulder and braided with a single braid in the front.
Chapter 52: I Love Him
Seleste laughed, tail swishing, mane bouncing. "slow down!" but keme couldn't slow down! he'd waited how long to see these wolves again?
Chapter 47: The Stolen
Her lanky mane slapped her in the face as she stumbled toward the table. she was too distraught to notice keme and honiahaka hiding underneath behind the chairs.
Departure
(Yes, I do more than just write porn and full stories. And I realize that the last couple of things I've posted are both old, and unfinished. I haven't forgotten about them. I'm simply lacking inspiration on those stories. Odd how that doesn't work,...
Chapter 31: The Price of Heartache
He helped seleste sit up, and after stroking her mane sadly behind her shoulder, he closed his arms around her.
Chapter 28: Slave to You
He smoothed his mussed mane and nodded for a startled flute player to carry on. his handsome face spread in a forced smile as he looked upon his dining subjects.
Chapter 26: Not the Last
They were wild creatures covered in piercings and tattoos, their manes braided with feathers and bones. their tattoos were orange; as if to help them blend with phanyah's ruddy palate.