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Fain'rar, with J'yorn astride on his back, leave the shelter of the small cave shortly after moonrise. They know that they have a lot of ground to cover if they are going to reach their goal before the sun begins to rise. They retrace their steps from the other day. The tracks they had left clearly illuminated by the light of the moon. J'yorn is beginning to have an easier time riding on Fain'rar's back. He is learning to allow his body to move in harmony with the dire wolf's own movements, instead of always trying to keep himself perfectly upright. By the time the moon is high in the sky, they manage to make their way all the way back to the canyon that Fain'rar had used to shake the cannibals off their trail. That desperate flight had occurred a little over a day ago, but to Fain'rar and J'yorn it seemed like it had been much longer.

Jumping down to the canyon floor they find dozens of sets of tracks leading in and out of both ends of the canyon. Judging by these tracks their ploy had worked better then they had dared to hope. They quickly move on and before to long they arrive at the familiar pillar of rocks. Here they find many more tracks, J'yorn dismounts to inspect them.

“It doesn't look like they spread out too much while they where searching for us. They mostly stayed together as one one large group," J'yorn observes.

“The pack can not corner the mammoth if they do not approach from multiple angles, these hunters are foolish and weak," Fain'rar growls.

“It looks as if they didn't think it was worth chasing us after they failed to catch themselves a quick meal."

Fain'rar nods, “They did not even follow our tracks that lead back to our den. They are foolish and weak, or they are wary of something."

“With how suddenly that last storm blew in they be afraid to venture too far from their camp," J'yorn agrees, pulling himself up onto Fain'rar's back. “We should scout out the camp again, I will control myself this time. After that we can find and deal with Durfitar."

“Yes, we must keep eyes on our prey so that we know how to best hunt them," Fain'rar growls.

They approach the camp from the other side of the valley this time. Despite the disturbance J'yorn and Fain'rar had caused the other day, there is seemingly only one cannibal on lookout. Keeping to the trees along the edge of the valley they are able to get very close to the camp. They end up near the mouth of the shallow cave that the cannibals are using as a larder.

As they take in the sights of the slumbering camp, several things stand out to J'yorn. The larder has been mostly emptied, the preserved meat has been lashed to crude backpacks. All of the reaming tents are packed away too. It does not look there are any loose supplies of any kind laying around. There is only a single fire now and it burns low.

Seeing the meat makes J'yorn sick to his stomach. His anger begins to rise inside him. He breathes deeply and manages to keep a hold on himself, focusing his mind on the objective. Leaning down over Fain'rar's neck, J'yorn whispers in the dire wolf's ear, “it looks like they are prepared to move out, probably when the sun rises. We need to find Durfitar quickly."

Fain'rar only dips his head in response. His lupine muzzle, not to mention his deep growling voice, make it difficult for him to whisper. He turns and starts heading back the way they had came. With J'yorn astride his back, like a mirage moving over the snowy landscape, the white furred dire wolf stealthily circles the perimeter of the cannibal's vile camp. At the same time they both spot what they are searching for. A single set of fresh tracks, heading away from the camp.

Following the tracks a relatively short distance from the camp, a kneeling figure soon comes into view. His hands are clasped together, his eyes are closed, and he is mumbling something under his breath. Fain'rar does does hesitate. Like a blinding white spear he lunges forward and tackles the man to the ground. Fain'rar shoves the human's head into the snow as he bowls him over, muffling the man's yelp of surprise.

J'yorn slides off Fain'rar back and kneels down in the snow. Grabbing the man's head by his greasy hair, J'yorn yanks Durfitar's face up out of the snow, “Hello Durfitar, odd seeing you here and not among our slain kin."

“Oh…. uh… J'yorn,…..you're still alive," the dazed and stunned shaman replies.

“Yes I am very much still alive, and as you can see I have made a new friend. He is known as Fain'rar and for some reason I don't think he like you very much."

Fain'rar lets out a low growl and presses more of his weight down on the pinned human. Punctuating J'yorn's point.

“Um…. Yes…. Yes, uh, very fierce, yes. He may not be happy to uh see me…. But I'm sure the others will be happy to see you both. Yes indeed, let's go……"

J'yorn shoves the shaman's head back down into the snow before pulling it back up again, “don't try to play games with me, I have already seen what has happened. All of our tribe are slain except for you. What happened, tell me," J'yorn says as loudly as he dares, “and know if you call out for help Fain'rar will kill you. We'll be long gone before anyone manages to find your sorry corpse."

“Uh.. yes, sorry, that must have been you who the Tribe of Blood chased off the other day. Yes that makes sense, glad I am to see you…"

Durfitar's head is once again slammed into the snow before being roughly jerked back up again, “I said no games! Tell me what happened or I will let my dire wolf friend devour you. He has had nothing but moose to eat for many moons, I am sure he would appreciate a change in diet."

Fain'rar lowers his head so his salivating jaws are hovering just inches from the shaman's face. He breathes heavily and lets out another growl.

“Uh no, no, not that. I will tell you, but promise that you will not feed me to the fierce one. Yes, then I will tell all."

“I promise that Fain'rar will not kill you or eat you. Now tell me! What happened? Who are the Tribe of Blood and why are you with them? How did you survive?"

Relief spreading across his face, the ambushed shaman regains a measure of his composure. “I shall tell the tale from the beginning then," he says.

“I was with Jon and Soph'ria, a days walk from our tribe's encampment, before the storm. They had agreed to escort me so that I could gather some medicinal herbs that I, in my great wisdom, knew that we would need. While we were gathering up the plants we were blindsided by a group of 5 men, armed with spears. Jon and Soph'ria stupidly tried to fight them, they died quickly. I, wise as I am, remained calm and tried to talk to those who were accosting me."

J'yorn, enraged, slams Durfitar's head into the snow before yanking it back up again, “You let them die!"

Durfitar spits snow and a bit of blood onto the ground, “they let themselves die, if they had done what I did they could still be alive."

J'yorn just stares at Durfitar, a look of barely contained rage on his face.

Realizing that J'yorn isn't about to slam his face back into the snow right at that moment, Durfitar continues, “they told me that they are known as the “Tribe of Blood". Their numbers are made up of survivors from the far northern tribes that were devastated by the fallen star and red sky. They did not say but I suspect that they were forced to eat their own in order to survive long enough to escape their devastated lands. That is why only men remain. I know not if they were like this before their ordeal, but they now only hunger for human flesh. I have guided this hunger, I have tempered it. My wise guidance has been indispensable, they now worship this urge as a god. They now worship the god of blood, and I serve as his messenger! You can serv…."

Durfitar's face is once again unceremoniously slammed into the cold hard ground, “how did they find this valley? Going by your words, they could not have found this place before the storm set in, not without help. What did you do shaman? Tell me the truth, or else."

Hopelessly self-absorbed, angry, and less shaken now, Durfitar is emboldened, “I do not fear you, watch your tone with me or I will have my new followers kill you both. Even with the dire wolf you are no match for them!"

“Tell me or I will have Fain'rar take one of your hands, your choice shaman."

“You gave me your word I wouldn't be harmed. You forget that I know you J'yorn. I know you would never break such a promise," Durfitar says confidently. “You need to learn to respect the intelligence of your betters!"

“I said that Fain'rar wouldn't kill or eat you, I never said that he wouldn't hurt you," J'yorn replies calmly and with much conviction.

Fain'rar releases one of Durfitar's arms from under his body and takes the shaman's hand into his maw, biting down just enough to hold it in place.

This knocks the bluster right out Durfitar, who reverts to a sniveling mess, “no no no, uh I'm sorry, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. After they killed Jon and Soph'ria, they… they said they would eat me if I couldn't make myself useful to them. They were starving and seemed to care little for my traditional shaman skills of story telling and herbal medicine. They were going to kill me so I told them where they could find food. I told them that our tribe had plenty of food, enough for both tribes. I did not know, I thought they would listen to my wise words. I thought they'd be peaceful, it's not my fault.

“Fain'rar, release his hand," J'yorn says flatly.

The dire wolf complies, releasing the Shaman's hand, disgust evident on his lupine face. Apparently it had not tasted good, Fain'rar reaches down and takes some fresh snow into his maw to try and wash the taste out.

J'yorn tightens his grip on Durfitar's hair to painful levels before continuing, “Are you really telling me that you sold out our whole tribe just to save your own skin, shaman?"

“No no no, it's not like that, I didn't mean to, it wasn't my fault. I'm sorry J'yorn, you have to believe me, they made me do it and I didn't know…… By the sun what have I done?"

Almost as if the sun had heard Durfitar, at that moment, the first rays of sunrise begin to flood into the valley.

“It looks like we are out of time. You killed them, the cannibals may have carried out the deed, but you alone are responsible for this. You doomed our entire tribe and thus you have doomed yourself," J'yorn says as he draws his flint dagger.

Not giving the shaman time to respond, J'yorn quickly pulls the shamans head back to expose his neck and draws a jagged red line across it. He then slams Durfitar's face back into the snow one last time, holding the shaman's head down until his struggling body goes limp and the surrounding snow turns red.

The gruesome deed done, J'yorn gets to his feet and climbs onto Fain'rar's back. The pair quickly leave the sheltered valley the opposite way they had come in. Avoiding the Tribe of Blood's encampment entirely

Over the next leg of their journey neither the human or the dire wolf say much to one another. Both are on edge as they look and listen for any signs of pursuit, but there are none. Over the course of the morning they swing wide around back towards the north, eventually ending up on a ridge overlooking a valley with steep cliffs on each side. It is they valley that leads towards their den. The familiar pillar of rocks is even visible off in the distance.

Heading away from the pillar of rocks, Fain'rar sticks to the bare windswept stone at the top of the cliffs. They leave no tracks to follow. They finally make it back to the den as the sun begins to set. The cave is exactly how they had left it, there are no signs that anyone or anything but them had been there.

Both J'yorn and Fain'rar are weary from traveling for almost the entire day as well as most of the preceding night before that. They strip off their backpacks and lay down on the pile of furs in the main cavern to rest. Fain'rar lays on his right side with J'yorn's body pressed up against his chest, the human's head resting underneath his fluffy neck. They both try to sleep but it eludes them. Neither one can stop thinking of the days events and what the future may hold for them both.

“J'yorn," Fain'rar says questioningly, raising his head up to look at the human laying next to him.

“Yes Fain'rar, what is it?"

“That human was stupid," the dire wolf states bluntly. “You said that a shaman is a sort of human leader, not like an alpha, but still important. Why was he your tribe's shaman?"

“Because his father was shaman before him, that was our way."

The dire wolf shakes his head back and forth, “I do not understand, shouldn't the one who is best able to be shaman, be the shaman?"

J'yorn sighs and sits up to face Fain'rar, “That certainly would have worked out for the better in this case. Durfitar's father was actually a great man, his name was Durig. Unlike his son, Durig was actually wise. He provided excellent guidance to both the chieftain and even the elders. His only flaw was that he had a blind spot where his son was concerned. He raised Durfitar right and trained him well but always failed to see that his son was always very self absorbed to a dangerous degree. Durfitar always thought that because his father was a great man that he must be one too. The chieftain and the elders both saw this flaw in him, but instead of taking immediate action, they waited to see if he would grow out of it. He did not, and then we lost Durig very suddenly. Thus, Durfitar became our shaman.

“I don't think I can understand that. It is how sharp ones teeth and claws are and how well the can hunt prey that matters. Not who sired them or how loud they say their howl is. That is fine though, we should focus on the next sunrise," Fain'rar says, “We must head south."

“Fain'rar, do you think I did the right thing ending Durfitar's life like that? I know he deserved it and there was no one else around who could or would do it. On the other hand though I still killed the only other remaining member of my tribe with no hesitation. I slew one of my kinsmen. Even more directly then what he did to the rest of our tribe. Am I really better then him?"

“J'yorn, are we still going to hunt the cannibals and rip out their throats?" Fain'rar asks.

“Yes, the Tribe of Blood slew my kin, I have to make them pay for that."

“And you do not care at all for this prey, you will carry out our hunt with no hesitation?"

“Yes, no hesitation, they are less then nothing to me."

“The Durfitar prey left your tribe when he told those humans the location of your den. You did not kill another member of your tribe, you hunted a cannibal. The first of many hunts to come. We will kill them until they are gone," Fain'rar state with a growl.

“But Fain'rar, Durfitar was still someone I knew my whole life. I know it is already done and I can't take it back. I'm not even so sure I would if given the chance, but I still feel like I lost something by killing him."

“You lost nothing killing that Durfitar prey that he had not already taken from you and himself," Fain'rar growls as he gets to his paws and looms over the human. “Now take off your coverings. Your mind clearly needs to be on another hunt and neither one of us has eaten since the previous night."

J'yorn gets to his feet and takes off his heavier outer coat and pants, but he leaves his inner clothes on as he usually does when feeding from Fain'rar's cock.

Fain'rar gives J'yorn a somewhat menacing wolfish look, “Take all your lower coverings off, tonight I hunt your prey as well."

“J'yorn is surprised, but he trusts the dire wolf and does not argue with him. He removes his inner pants exposing himself fully to Fain'rar."

Fain'rar lowers his body into a crouching position, bringing his head far closer to the same level as J'yorn's crotch. He sniffs the human's package a few times before sticking out his long tongue and gently bringing J'yorn's rapidly hardening length into his large tooth lined maw.

J'yorn gasps at the sudden warmth that engulfs his member, arching his back slightly as Fain'rar draws his length in.

Being unfamiliar with human anatomy, Fain'rar wraps his tongue around what he thinks is the tip of his friend's penis and is surprised as he feels J'yorn's foreskin retract, exposing the head of the human's member to Fain'rar's long, warm, wet, and dexterous canine tongue.

“Oh gods Fain'rar," J'yorn moans out as his glands are exposed, he unconsciously thrusts his hips forward, bottoming out in the lupine muzzle before him. The dire wolf's wet nose presses into his shirt, leaving a mark.

Taking this as a positive sign that he is on the right track, Fain'rar takes his long tongue and manages to wrap it several times around J'yorn's now fully erect penis. He repeatedly contracts the warm flexible muscle, applying pressure across the human's entire length, and is rewarded with a spurt of pre against his tongue.

While continuing to ungulate his tongue around his friends cock, Fain'rar brings the length upwards within his lupine maw. Splaying his tongue flat against the underside of J'yorn's member he pushes it up yet further to rub against the fleshy ridges on the roof of his mouth.

“Aghhhh fuck Fain'rar," J'yorn moans out as the head of his cock is grinds up against the roof of the dire wolf's mouth, painting it with a spurt of pre. He reaches up to stroke Fain'rar's furry lupine face to encourage the dire wolf as his hips continue to jerk forward sporadically. Grinding the dire wolf's nose into his shirt as he shudders and squirms under the attention he is receiving from the wet, warm embrace of Fain'rar's maw.

Fain'rar takes the human's rod fully back into the constricting embrace of his tongue, squeezing it to coax more pre from the organ before pressing up against the roof of his mouth yet again. A rapidly increasing amount of saliva fills his maw as his body reacts to the delectable piece of human meat within it.

Alternating his increasingly sloppy motions between constricting J'yorn's member with his tongue and rubbing it against the textured roof of his mouth. Fain'rar builds his tempo up, faster and faster. The sounds of wet flesh slapping and grinding against wet flesh grow louder and louder as he vigorously sucks his human friend off. Excess saliva begins to drip from his maw onto the pile of fur pelts beneath them.

J'yorn's body suddenly shudders violently and he loses his footing for a moment. “Aghh, oh shit," he calls out as his member slips from the wet embrace of Fain'rar's rapidly moving tongue and comes dangerously close to ending up in between the dire wolf's sharp teeth.

Luckily, Fain'rar stops as soon as the human's mating tool slips from his tongue. No damage is done but Fain'rar realizes he must consider that J'yorn's penis takes up much less then half of the inside of his mouth. With as large as he is compared to the human, he can only be so gentle. He does not want to hurt his friend.

Fain'rar, once again wraps his tongue around J'yorn's member, however he does not resume his previous motions. He simply holds the member in place towards the very front and center of his maw. He looks into J'yorn's eyes and lets out a low whine to encourage the human to take the initiative.

J'yorn's reaches up and puts his hands on either side of Fain'rar's large lupine head. He wraps his fingers around the dire wolf's pronounced furry cheek bones and meets the dire wolf's gaze. Looking deep into his friend's piercing yellow eyes. Fain'rar again growls his approval.

Gripping the dire wolf's head, J'yorn moves his hip back, pulling his cock partly out of Fain'rar's lupine muzzle before thrusting his hips forward. His tool is met once again by the welcoming warm fleshy embrace of Fain'rar's tongue which squeezes around his member, collecting more of the human's pre as he pulls out again.

Fucking the fleshy tunnel formed by Fain'rar's tongue, J'yorn is able to easily build up a good pace as he slams his cock in and out of his pack mate's warm, sloppy lupine muzzle. The noises of wet flesh on wet flesh return as he quickens the pace of his thrusting hips.

Properly breeding Fain'rar's maw now J'yorn can feel that he is getting close. His balls begin to draw up against his body. His grip on the dire wolf's head tightens and his whole body tenses up as he thrusts forward, all the way in, one more time. J'yorn spills his pent-up seed into Fain'rar's eager maw.

Fain'rar feels J'yorn tense up and is elated when several ropes of salty human cum erupt onto his waiting tongue. He finds the taste very enticing, but the human's orgasm does not last long. When J'yorn goes to pull out, Fain'rar constricts his tongue around the human's member one last time, being sure to collect all of the human's tasty ejaculate which he eagerly swallows down.

J'yorn takes a few shaky steps back away from the dire wolf, his rapidly softening dick waving before him. He takes a moment to catch his breath before saying, “Thank you Fain'rar, I needed that more then I realized."

“Pack mates take care of each other," Fain'rar replies, “I just wish your kind produced more seed, I have enjoyed the taste of the prey I have caught."

J'yorn blushes a bit at this, “I am glad you liked it, but I do wish I could provide you with more then a small snack."

“It is fine," Fain'rar says, “I like the taste and smell of your flesh when it is between my jaws. For a dire wolf those senses do a lot on their own."

“That's good…. I think, though I think it is time for me to take care of you," J'yorn says, licking his lips.

Fain'rar growls in approval. He eagerly flops down onto his back, presenting his already half erect canine spire. Its surface glistens enticingly even in the low light of the cave, pre is already leaking from the tip.

J'yorn removes the last of his coverings, and then moves to sit on Fain'rar's soft underbelly facing the dire wolf's erection.

Eagerly taking Fain'rar's red spear tip into his mouth, J'yorn quickly gets to work collecting as much dire pre cum into his mouth as he can before spitting it out and rubbing it up and down Fain'rar's rapidly growing cock with his hands, lubricating the wolf flesh.

Fain'rar growls and whines, all 4 legs involuntarily twitching in the air as the pleasure emanating from his cock radiates throughout his body, all under the attentions of his human friend's dexterous hands and sucking mouth. His member, now fully erect is already aching for release, only his mighty knot remains in his sheath.

J'yorn feels Fain'rar's cock tense up as it reaches its full monstrous size. He reaches one of his hands down and pulls back Fain'rar's sheath the rest of the way, exposing the knot.

Adjusting his legs so that Fain'rar's knot is wedged firmly between his thighs, J'yorn moves his body further forwards then last time so that his own rapidly re-hardening member is pressed up against Fain'rar's knot.

J'yorn works over the too big red lupine member with his entire body. His mouth is full servicing the leaking tip as both hands work the thick long shaft at an increasingly brisk pace. He bounces up and own on Fain'rar's soft underbelly as his hips gyrate forward, grinding his own erection vigoursly against Fain'rar's massive knot.

Fain'rar is panting heavily now, waves of pleasure wrack his body every time J'yorn hits a particularly sensitive spot on his massive lupine erection. The heat radiating from his red spire combined with the body heat of the human who is wrapped around it, is threatening to send the dire wolf into sensory overload. Still, the dire wolf wants more.

“Harder…. J'yorn, grr you…. can't grr hurt me, go... harder," Fain'rar growls out between pants.

His body already glistening with sweat from his efforts, J'yorn hears Fain'rar's words. He pauses only to massage more pre cum from the dire wolf's tip into his mouth. He takes the dire pre and is able to quickly coat his chest and his own cock with the lubricating fluid.

J'yorn resumes his sucking, his hands work the back of the shaft as he now grinds his chest and his cock up and down the front half of the canine spire. Almost his whole upper body is now moving up and down Fain'rar's shaft as his thighs continue to squeeze around the knot.

A continuous whine of pleasure is now coming from Fain'rar's throat as his cock pumps jet after jet of pre into his friend's hungry mouth. Nearly his entire member is being stimulated by the human's rapidly gyrating sweaty body. His knot is under constant assault from three sides, the dire wolf knows he can't last much longer.

Beginning to run out of steam from his great efforts, J'yorn is forced to pull his mouth from Fain'rar's tip to catch his breath just as another large spurt of pre erupts from it. The fluid splatters across J'yorn's face and drips down his nose and chin.

Sputtering somewhat while trying to collect the escaped pre, J'yorn calls out, “Give me your seed Fain'rar, fill me!" Before returning his suckling mouth to Fain'rar's tip, desperate to contain the flow of the delectable fluid that is now almost continuously flowing from the red spire.

Hearing his friends wish…. No, his need to be filled, causes an intense tsunami of desire to wrack the body of the dire wolf. This wave sends Fain'rar over the edge. He feels his large ball sack draw up against his furry body and then he cums HARD, the force of the ejaculation even knocking J'yorn's head back a bit.

As his his head is rocked back by the impressive blast of cum, J'yorn squeezes Fain'rar's knot even harder with his thighs as he continues to vigorously stroke and hump the dire wolf's shaft, his own member is once again aching for release even as he begins to gulp down Fain'rar's impressive orgasm.

The increased pressure around his knot results in Fain'rar shooting a second jet of cum down J'yorn's throat, then another and another. The dire wolf's whine turns more into a mix of a content sigh and a low howl as he spills his seed into the human who he can feel is still erratically humping away at his red lupine member, clearly looking for his own release.

Lifting his head up and looking back between his legs Fain'rar can see that the horny cock suckling human keeps almost losing his grip. This is causing the movements of his hips to slow and is denying him his second orgasm of the night.

Fain'rar reaches back with a foreleg and places a large paw flat against J'yorn's back, holding the human in his desired position.

Keeping his mouth suckling on the red tip while leaning back into Fain'rar's supporting paw, J'yorn drops his hips lower, his cock falls into the gab between the two lobes of Fain'rar's engorged knot. Taking both his hands, he squeezes the two lobes together around his cock, and then resumes his vigorous humping.

Fain'rar's vision swims and he nearly blacks out as his knot is forcefully squeezed, his continuing orgasm stops for a few moments before suddenly a sudden violent torrent of dire wolf seed erupts from his tip, nearly forcing the red spear tip out of J'yorn's mouth.

“GrrrraaHHHHHaWoo," Fain'rar growls through his violent ejaculation. His vision slowly returns to normal, though the pressure on his knot does not relent “By the grrr moon J'yorn, grrr hunt me, fuck my knot."

J'yorn redoubles his frantic humping, his well lubricated mating rod making loud squelching sounds as it moves back and forth between the engorged lobes of Fain'rar's knot. The sense of fullness from his rapidly expanding stomach, the heat, the pressure, and the support from Fain'rar is all he needs, the sensations bring him to a crescendo of overwhelming pleasure.

“MHHHMMAhhhhhhrghhaaa," J'yorn's muffled voice calls from around Fain'rar's tip as the human finally achieves his second release of the night. Several ropes of cum coat the side of Fain'rar's red spire as the spent human finally slumps back down to a sitting position on the dire wolf's matted fluid soaked underbelly. Even now though he is still eagerly swallowing down jet after jet of dire wolf cum that is still erupting from the red spear-like cock tip in his mouth.

The two of them just sit there in silence for a long while, until Fain'rar's orgasm finally tapers off and J'yorn can remove the softening wolf flesh from his mouth. His body coated with a mixture of sweat, pre, and cum, the exhausted human can not manage to get to his feet. He is only able turn himself around before his legs give out and he flops back down, splaying out on top of Fain'rar's belly with his head resting on the dire wolf's furry chest.

“I think we went a little too far," J'yorn says weakly, a chill beginning to set in over his wet body. Despite the shelter of the cave, the warm dire cum filling his stomach, and Fain'rar's body heat, he begins to shiver.

“We may have chased this prey too far," Fain'rar growls out in agreement, “but this hunt is one that will be remembered for many moons." A chill then finds a way to get through even Fain'rar's thick fur, and he too begins to shiver. The fur around his sheath and rear legs is soaked in various fluids allowing the chill of the cold night air straight through.

Realizing that they may actually be in trouble if they let the chill set in too much, the pair quickly begin to dry themselves off.

J'yorn manages to get up off of Fain'rar and grabs one of the loose fur pelts on the ground. He uses it to dry his naked body off as best he can before hurriedly putting his clothes back on.

After J'yorn gets up, Fain'rar sits on his haunches and lowers his head down to his matted crotch and quickly retreating cock. First he greedily laps up the cum from J'yorn's last orgasm before cleaning the rest of his member which quickly disappears back into his sheath. He then licks at his matted fur until it once again lays flat and smooth across his body.

Laying down on the pile of furs once again, Fain'rar lays down on his right side as usual. J'yorn lays with his rear end tucked in-between Fain'rar's back legs, his clothed ass resting against Fain'rar's sheath to protect the areas of the dire wolf that are still wet from the cold air. J'yorn's back follows the contour of Fain'rar's abdomen and his head rests against Fain'rar's furry chest. The dire wolf has his fore legs wrapped awkwardly around the human, holding him close. Their bodies quickly begin to warm back up in each others embrace. Now totally exhausted from all of the days events it does not take long for a blissful sleep to claim either one of them.

Sleeping long past the next sunrise, J'yorn and Fain'rar awaken feeling well rested and rejuvenated.

“We start heading south today," Fain'rar says.

J'yorn nods, “I know time is against us with how little food we have left, but yesterday it looked like the Tribe of Blood were already prepared to move, they're probably gone by now. I…. I want to go back there one last time. If for no other reason then to build a stone cairn up around the discarded bones of my slain kinsmen.

“We will have to go that way anyway to pick up the trail of our prey, we can observe your rituals," Fain'rar says respectfully.

The two quickly gather up what little there is left in the den that is of use. Some of the fur pelts, some moose bones, moose hide, and the very last of the meat. They distribute their supplies across their two backpacks and then leave their home of many moons behind for good.

Fain'rar, with J'yorn riding on his back covers ground very quickly. They do not bother trying to hide their tracks and they take a direct route. They soon pass by the pillar of stone. Proceeding more slowly and cautiously from there, they soon reach the camp. As expected it is now deserted and has been stripped of almost everything of use. The shallow cave that was being used as a larder is now completely empty. The discarded pile of broken and mangled human bones remains though.

Fain'rar runs off into the tree line towards the overlook, and J'yorn searches the camp for anything that may be useful, but finds nothing. He then walks over to the stone wall to the right side of the shallow cave. He pulls some loose rocks out to reveal a dozen or so obsidian spear tips and one other larger spearhead. This one is not made of stone but of a rare material that can only be gathered from fallen stars. It is an iron spearhead. It is roughly shaped compared to the obsidian spear tips but J'yorn knows it is just as deadly and much harder to break. These had been some of his tribe's most prized possessions. The cannibals hadn't even realize the treasure hiding right under their noses, and apparently Durfitar must have never revealed their existence.

Fain'rar then returns carrying the walking stick made of moose bones that J'yorn had lost on their first visit to the camp in his jaws. They spend the rest of the afternoon gathering stones and building a cairn over the pile of human bones. They finish just as the sun dips below the horizon. J'yorn finishing his labors by affixing one of the obsidian spear heads to the very top of the cairn so it sticks straight up towards the sky. He steps back to regard the cairn as Fain'rar pads up to him.

“This will remain for many moons," Fain'rar says, pulling J'yorn from his thoughts.

“Yes, even if there is no longer anyone around to remember, the cairn will remain." J'yorn says wistfully, “we should go. The day grows late and we have a lot of ground to cover."

Fain'rar nods his head in agreement, “I went to check on the Durfitar prey. He is where we left him. The only tracks around are ours. It does not look like he was missed."

“It says a lot that they didn't even try to find him, J'yorn replies"

“Yes he should have stood and died with his pack mates instead of saving his own hide."

“He and the cannibals truly did deserve each other," J'yorn sighs, “Come on Fain'rar, let's leave this place."

Gathering up the remaining spear heads and his walking stick, J'yorn climbs onto Fain'rar's back. They turn their backs on the encampment and head south under the light of the moon.

….. to be continued