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"I've got a bone to bury, and I wouldn't mind burying..."

Nick shut the television off and turned his weary blue eyes to mine, his brownish-reddish ears shifted slightly back and forth, waiting for a sound to come out of my mouth, or for me to put my muzzle on his. I didn't do any of those things. I just stared into those deep blue eyes, blue as the sea, as he gazed back into mine. In that moment I wasn't thinking much about the TV, our rent that I'd forgotten to pay, or even his visible erection. I was imagining spending the rest of my life with that husky. The thought of marriage had run through my head a lot before that night and it was the last day I would ever think of it again.

Nick was always my husky to talk to and hold. I'd tell him about my problems and he'd tell me about his. At least that's what I assumed until I found out what my husky had been hiding from me.

Whenever I'd have a falling out of friendship with a coworker or friends, I'd often talk to Nick about it. After our passionate moments, we'd lie there uncoupled, naked, and warmed by each other's bodies. I'd run my paws through his fur as I'd tell him about my day, and he would do the same. After that we'd either go for a second round or wash up and go to bed.

I wish I had Nick here for my falling out with Kiah. When I kissed the otter I felt like I was getting back at what Nick had done to me a year ago. I still wanted my husky their to talk to and to hold, and even through my raging hunger I was beginning to feel really pent up.

Nick would have helped me straighten things out with Kiah like he had done so many times before. He'd tell me a few things to say, I'd say them, and we'd be friends again. God, why did I throw myself on Kiah? Maybe that's the whole reason he's mad. Even if Nick were still here, he wouldn't give me advice if he found out that I had been muzzle to muzzle with my fellow group member.

I considered talking to Kiah about his sexuality later on. The otter may have been pent up, the booze may not have worn off, or maybe he was bisexual. When we first met Kiah told tirades of tales about his girlfriend from before the snow, Pan said they were authentic.

What I had done with Kiah still didn't feel wrong to me. At least not in the moment, we had no way of determining Lakota's fate until Clay assaulted her. I still blame part of myself for overlooking my drunkenness the previous night, but I can't help the feeling that Kiah and I would have done more had things gone differently outside of our little rendezvous.

My paws were beginning to grow weary holding up Lakota's limp body. She had blacked out again as we continued on into the cave. The darkness consumed us, until all I could see was the small flicker of light from Kiah's torch in the distance.

"We should just camp here." Pan's voice echoed through the cave.

"You're right." I replied, turning and giving him a nod even though he probably couldn't see it.

"Godfuckingdammit!" Kiah's voice reverberated off the walls of the cave.

I felt Lakota's weight shift slightly to my side, as if Pan had moved. We had stopped walking now, and I focused my eyesight on Kiah's torch

"Say that again!" Pan's yelled out to the otter.

"What, why?" he replied.

Nick and I were on our bed. My husky was on his chest while I was on his back. We'd been like this for the past few minutes, I tried to prolong it as much as I could, but I was just so pent up. It was such a busy day at work, and my boss was just being such a bitch. I wondered why I was thinking of this as my partner was moving his hips back against me. I had his tail in one of my paws as my other moved all around him.

A couple minutes later we were both lying next to each other, on our sides, muzzle to muzzle, and making direct eye contact. I distinctly remember how our scents had permeated the room. I ran a paw behind Nick's head and scratched one of his ears playfully. I slowly moved my other paw down to his sheath and grasped his shaft, all the while maintaining direct eye contact with him.

I could tell there was something Nick wanted to tell me, but I was to distracted by the feeling of his throbbing length in my paw. I moved my muzzle to his and kissed him over and over, I just couldn't get enough of him in that moment. I moved my paw faster as our muzzles continued to stay connected.

Nick broke the kiss up and I heard a brief moan of pleasure from his lips. He closed his eyes and I felt his paw move to his own sheath, and push mine off. I looked down saw that he was still hard then looked back up at him. Was he playing games with me?

I playfully put my paw on him again, this time moving lower to his balls. He pushed my paw away again. I gazed down again to see that he wasn't using his own paw, he wanted me to stop.

"What's wrong?" I looked Nick in the eyes again. I draped my other paw on Nick's side letting it rest on his butt, oddly enough he let it be.

"Finn, we need to talk."

"The walls are closer than they look." Pan called out.

"Closer than they look? I can't see a fucking thing!" Kiah replied.

I shook my head in annoyance, my ears drooped.

"Why does it matter?" I turned my muzzle to Pan.

"Why does what matter?"

"The walls being closer."

"If the cave walls are getting closer we could be getting to the end of it."

"What's so bad about that?" Kiah interrupted, surprising us by being much closer than when we had last seen him.

"It would just mean we'd have to turn back and walk all the way back to get out of the cave. Which with our provisions, we can't currently do." Pan explained

"We can't just sit at the end of a cave either." Kiah said, budding in.

"Maybe we should just accept this as our fate." I said, dismal enough to surprise even myself.

"Excuse me, Finn if I don't want to die in an ice cave, in the middle of God knows fucking where, with you!" Kiah broke down, nearly dropping the torch he sat down on the wet snow/ice that had become our earth.

"Kiah, it's none of our faults Clay was a fucking whackjob." Pan chided.

"Let's just camp here for the night." I said.

I could see Pan's nod through the torchlight and we carefully set Lakota down on the wet snow. The white wolf had begun to stir again. Only this time it was like she was having a bad dream she tossed and turned, quietly mewling in pain. I thought I heard the crunch of snow coming from further down in the cave, but remembered Lakota and thought nothing of it.

I suddenly realized how easily it was for her to become infected.

"No, I'm sick and tired of sitting around and doing nothing!" Kiah stood up now, pointing a finger directly at me. Kiah's tail brushed the torch and it fell to its side. As the otter quickly grabbed the torch the light illuminated several sets of paws that had not been there before. Before I had time to register anything else, I heard a whip, felt a prick in my neck, and blacked out.

"Finn,"

I gazed into those blue eyes and gave him a genuine smile.

"What babe?" I asked giving his butt a playful squeeze.

"This is so hard."

I'd normally make a joke there, but Nick's eyes were filled with so much concern, I stopped myself.

"What honey?"

"Finn, remember when you went to visit your sister for the weekend, a month ago."

"Yeah,"

I hoped the questioning stance of my eyebrows didn't betray my curiosity.

"I've got something to tell you."

"What?"

"Baby, I had a bad day at work, and was stupid. I went to a bar and got drunk..."

"Oh my god did you get a DWI?" I laughed.

"No, I couldn't help myself, it just happened."

"What?"

"He offered to drive me home..."

"Who?"

"I happened by an old friend from high school, remember Blake?"

"Yeah," Blake was a high school senior when I was junior. The sky blue eyed dalmatian and Nick had dated the first two years of high school and had happily broken up early into junior year, right around when I moved to New York and enrolled in Nick's high school as a junior.

"We chatted about old times, but he could tell I was drunk, so he offered to drive me home."

"Nick,"

"Finn, I need you to hear this. He didn't do anything it was all me."

I shifted my body until there were only tenths of inches between us.

"Nick, I'm glad you can be honest with me."

"Babe, I'm so sorry." Nick moved towards me ignoring the fact that our sheathes were grinding against each other. I put my head against his as he cried, running my paws though his fur now, as if I was brushing all this pain and angst away from him.

"Nick, I love you, and I can prove it to you."

"Aw, Finn," Nick said in between tears and smile.

"All that christian upbringing is kicking in right now, telling you not to throw me out right?"

I laughed at this statement, as much as I had just thrown off the fact that my partner had cheated on me, it was a one night thing and he was drunk.

"My christian upbringing never taught me to do something like this..." I laughed as I pressed my muzzle to his, our passion reinvigorated as we moved our paws all over one another's bodies.

"Wake up! Wake up!" I heard a male voice. My vision is blurry as I open my eyes, I try to sit up, but I can't moved, I try to turn my head to look around, but I can't do that either.

"Paralysis is a temporary effect of the knockout darts. It'll wear off in the next fifteen minutes or so," I hear another voice say.

My vision starts to become clearer, all I can make out is a light above me, and an iron ceiling.

Suddenly, a figure comes into my view. It's hard to make out most of his features in the light, but I can tell he's definitely canine. The figure takes a paw and moves the light away from my face. Although it's darker I can make out several light bulbs hanging from the ceiling as well. The figure standing over me is an oddly familiar looking german shepherd. My mind is racing, there's more survivors!

"Who are you?" I try to spit out, but find that my jaw can't even move.

The canine's brown eyes narrow in and stare at me, he's probably recognized the fact that I'm trying to speak.

"Hello," The canine says in a deep voice.

"I'm Duke Sheffield and welcome to what I like to call The Last Resort."