Knowledge Spoils~
An irish wolfhound, large but not atypical of his breed. his features held a boldness to them, well defined and handsome, the smile that was upon them radiant and blissful...not threatening in the slightest.
Stripes and Chains 3 - The Real Nightmare
"hello claudius" she said to the shaggy gray-blue wolfhound waiting for her out side the female guard dorms. claudius barked in return, giving a grunting noise in his throat. he panted and wagged his tail.
Torpedo Run Chapter 27
The pilot keyed a speaker, nodding to vernier, before the wolfhound responded. "understood, on my way." the rear admiral felt a bit annoyed that ship-to-ship etiquette was being ignored.
The Flesh Trade, pt. 8: The Final Fortress
"the flesh trade by, wolfhound baxton part 8: the final fortress * * * slave c whimpered and groaned on the small metal cot in his cell. this was all the naked and collared and chastity-caged border collie had to sleep on, cold metal.
Geeks In Dark
The student, a wolfhound, had left looking for an exit for himself.
The Other Side of the Fence, pt. 3
" **the other side of the fence, pt. 3"** **by wolfhound baxton** "you will be trained into the perfect warrior," master xarius augustine had said. sigmund remembered it well.
The Other Side of the Fence, pt. 1
."** **by** **wolfhound baxton** a pair of fluorescent lights illuminated the concrete floor of master silva's dungeon, casting an eerie bluish glow over the floor and the two pups squirming on it.
~ Bond of the Star Antlered ~
A tiny orphan fawn, no bigger than a wolfhound, trembled beside his mother’s body. a shemlen arrow had taken her on the edge of the brecilian.
Good Homes for Good Puppies
Suddenly marcus had a clear mental image of the women getting fucked by her "bull" of an irish wolfhound.
Epilogue - Inside Job
Sergei naryshkin, a borzoi or wolfhound, the titular head of the svr and yermolayev's boss, was another matter. he was another of the saint petersburg cronies but much less deadly than zolotov.
Adipose City: Two Birds, One Stone
The big-bellied wolfhound steel chef was now turning almost spherical and pushed his armor's capacity to its limits. "we should go there at once!" "i believe that call is mine to make bartholomew."
Hunter's Moon: Blitzkrieg
At least i don't look like lassie" the irish wolfhound said to his commanding officer, who was currently rolling around on the ground from laughter. "oh, you're just jealous and you know it" was the remark. "romeo 3-2, what's your status?