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Demon pushed his way through the undergrowth, melting snow beneath his paws making the way rather more treacherous than usual. Still, the black wolf's expression was filled with satisfaction, not only for the large hare hanging from his jaws, but from the knowledge that the cold season was ending. It wouldn't be long before the snow was gone completely, and life would return to their little valley. He could feel it in his bones - though he was older than his prime now, the large brute was still powerful, a leader with wisdom and experience to back him.

Brushing casually past their scent lines, Demon broke into the clearing surrounding the pack's dens. The hare still clamped in his broad muzzle, he looked around at their home, his eyes narrowing in pleasure. His mate, Pawnee, lay before their den, sprawled in the promising sunlight. The stunningly large and fearsome white bitch was younger than him, and they had known each other for a long time, and he felt a deep sense of satisfaction that they were mates at last.

Their first breeding had not resulted in pups, but Pawnee had remained with Demon and they founded a new pack in the valley. Several wolves had joined them since, including Pawnee's brother Leek, a young ex-rogue brute called Yarl, two older and rather cantankerous shewolf sisters named Sunrise and Sunset, and even Pawnee's son, Phoenix, and his lynx mate Ruby. Demon had been unsure about those latter two, finding their relationship perverted and unnatural, but they did their share of work and they made no trouble, so as time went the entire pack grew more accepting of the strange mateship.

Pawnee's muzzle lifted as she scented the hare, her yellow eyes narrowing as she chuffed to Demon. The brute padded over to her and dropped the hare, knowing his mate was near-sighted but keener of nose and ear than any wolf could ever hope to be. Her temper was keen as well - though she had been submissive enough in her heat cycle, the shewolf's rather savage and commanding attitude had returned, reminding Demon of why they had never been mates in the first place. But the two did not separate, and had learned to live rather peaceably, though they bickered still on a regular basis. Thankfully, the spats rarely ended in bloodshed these days.

Pawnee demolished the hare in several bites, licking her muzzle afterward, "It nearly has a bit of fat on it." Demon felt rather put out, but didn't argue - the changing of the seasons meant more than just fatter prey. His mate flicked her tail back and forth, then snapped at Demon's leg with a growl, pinching him just hard enough that he questioned if it was play or not.

Normally, he would have grabbed her ear and given it quite a sharp nip in return, but Demon couldn't bring himself to fight back today and merely pulled his leg out of her grip and shoved his muzzle against her scruff, "It'll do. There will be far more prey soon enough - enough to feed our pack."

Pawnee twitched an ear in agreement, then rolled onto her side and thrust her paws at his muzzle, this time in obvious play, and Demon let himself be drawn into a wrestling match. Afterward they slept curled together, more at ease with each other than they had been in moons.

Several sunrises later, Demon was pacing along the territory border with Yarl on a regular patrol when Pawnee interrupted them, picking her way among the trees. Demon stopped, Yarl panting with gentle amusement at his side, and called out to her, "What are you doing out here? Is everything well?"

Pawnee sniffed noses with Demon, saying frostily, "I can't patrol my own territory now?" then flattened her ears at Yarl, who backed off a few steps, bemused, then said to Demon, "I'll head back home, if you want to finish the patrol together?" His ears twitched in barely concealed laughter, so Demon agreed hastily, "Sure Yarl - we'll see you back at the dens."

The light tan male swished his tail and loped off in the direction of home, calling over his shoulder, "I'll see if I can grab a rabbit or two on the way back!" and then he was gone from sight.

Demon turned back to Pawnee only to start back in surprise - she was nearly nose to nose with him, her golden eyes sparking. He bristled slightly, tail lifting to show his dominance in case she was planning on giving him a bite, but she only swayed her tail slowly. Slowly he realized she had not come to fight, and as he approached closer, running his nose along her side gently, he started to realize just how intoxicating his mate's scent really was. She leaned into his touch until he reached her flank, and then leapt away with a yip.

Surprised, Demon stood stiff legged, watching. Pawnee bounded back and forth, then lunged at him to deliver a gentle nip to his muzzle before she ran off through the trees, tail aloft. He took chase immediately, jaws parting in a wolfish grin as he galloped after his mate. Pawnee was not a particularly speedy wolf, her size made her less agile as well, though her stamina was unbeatable. Demon knew he'd have to catch her quick, so he darted around a group of trees and cut her off.

Pawnee skidded to a stop as Demon ran out in front of her, then ducked as he pounced, wrapping his forelegs around her neck and grabbing her scruff with a victorious snort.

Demon kept his grip even as the big white shewolf wriggled and then flopped to the ground in an effort to throw him off, "I've got you now." He tightened his teeth in her scruff, and his loins tightened in response to the feeling of her thick fur against his, her scent spilling into his nostrils and onto his tongue, driving civilized thought from his mind. Pawnee's struggles only inflamed his ardor, but for all her fighting, his mate did not break free, and his rational mind knew that she could if she wished.

The shewolf scrambled to her paws again and this time Demon let go, dropping to the ground. He sidestepped into her, pressing their shoulders together as he bit softly at her scruff, soft pinches as he forced her paws in a gentle circle. Slipping back to her flank once more, he lifted a paw over her rump and then pulled her closer, growling softly. Pawnee whined, just the softest sound, and her tail curled over her back.

The display of readiness and submission was all Demon needed. He mounted his mate, sliding his forelegs to grip her sleek thighs tightly, his own hind legs shuffling forward until his hips met hers. Biting down on her scruff once more, he rocked his hips until his swelling sheath rubbed against her heated sex. With a lustful growl, he felt his tip slip free and penetrate her, making the shewolf lift her hips eagerly. Digging his hind paws into the ground, Demon pulled her to him as he began to hump his mate, thrusting himself into her depths with a steady pleasurable rhythm. Pawnee yipped softly, her jaws parting to pant, and Demon groaned, losing himself in her slick heat. His eyes closed as he pumped himself deeper with each thrust, and he could feel his knot swelling with anticipation.

Pawnee whimpered, her body moving with each of his quickening thrusts, glancing back to watch the brute work himself within her. She could feel his pace start to stagger as he tightened his grip almost painfully and began grinding his knot against her swollen sex. She braced herself with a shiver, tongue lolling as she continued to pant.

Demon began to thrust at her in harder more aggressive movements, his eyes closed with ecstasy, drawing out as much pleasure as he could, then his tie finally entered her, swelling within his mate and locking them together. With a loud moan, Demon stiffed and his movements slowed. Pawnee gave a soft cry as she felt him spill his seed deep within as he slowly ground himself against her. Demon let go of her fur as he filled his mate, licking gently at her ear.

They remained locked together for some time, silent except for their soft panting breaths. When Demon finally pulled free, they rubbed shoulders in affection, muzzles rubbing as they shared scent. Demon hoped that now she would finally bear his pups - but he also knew that he would have to ensure it. This would not be their last tie in the forest this season, and it might be some time before they returned to their clearing at all.