A raccoon at the beach, part 1
They worked year round, high up in the mountains during the summer and moving to a lower elevation campground when the winter snows rolled in.
The New Wolf Chapter 15
I am always hearing about someone going to the campgrounds and camping under the stars at least once a week." "there is another campground?" i nodded, "it's along the hiking trail we have. it has a place where we set up tents and stuff.
Adventure of an Intimate Kind
It's been a few months ever since that fateful night at Boondocks; that fateful night when Jackson began to explore other options, thanks to a certain, young German Shepherd. Since then, he and Justin spent significant time together at either of their...
New Wolf chapter 16
"hello chester," she greeted me, "i am calling to see if elliot has arrived at the campgrounds yet." "yes, elliot is on the campgrounds. i was just in the middle of showing him around when you called."
Whine Fresh off the Vine
"you mean you guys do it right here in the campground?" "yeah. why not? the trick is to keep the noise down, and then people will ever know." i was getting horny again just thinking of doing this newbie.
Ash and Rusty in the Woods
Ash cinder hiked for what felt like hours as the campground trail swayed to and fro in circles.
Ash and Rusty in the Woods
He almost tripped and fell over a broken log, only to marvel and laugh as his tail wagged at the sight in front of him; a babbling creek no doubt connecting to the main campground's big lake.
Darwin's Legacy 8 - Wanderers
"what makes your winter campground so special anyway?" "it is cozy." the little fox smiled.
Beneath The Full Moon Chapter one
"what does the full moon have to do with staying near the campgrounds after dark?" the wolf didn't answer my question, instead choosing to completely ignore it. "i hope you enjoy your stay here."
Violent Delights, Violent Ends
Satisfied and stifling a belch, the wolf smirked and turned towards the shore, not that far away, the trees and the campground silent and still in the absence of any living souls left behind.
Mama Wolf
But after three trails he tried reached a dead end with no lake he began to worry he really had gone to the wrong campground somehow.
Camping
In the back of one of the many trailers in the campground was a lawn chair and a land cushion occupied by two people, facing the downward slope that led to the calm-moving river warmed by the late noon sun.