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The golden cusp of the sun peaked tentatively above the horizon as the two finally emerged from the forest. They were greeted by a broad expanse of shimmering water sparkling in the sun. The orange hue it reflected in the light of the new born day, made it look deceptively warm, even though ice had overrun the slower moving water near either bank of the great river.

"Where do we cross?" Io asked, scanning down stream for any reasonable location. When he heard a gentle splash he didn't at first register what it meant, but as he turned and saw himself standing alone on the bank he began to look every which way. A moment later the female's head and shoulders burst back through the shimmering surface.

The cold water stabbed through her fur and drove the air from her chest. She shook the excess water from her face and sucked in a lungful of air. "C'mon 'dead meat'!" Her voice wavered as she shivered hard. "It's not getting any warmer." Io paced back and forth a few times, summoning up the courage to take the plunge. A howl he thought he recognised drifted through the trees, still a long way off, but not as long as he'd have liked. A moment later and he was in the water.

Io sucked air through clenched, chattering, teeth as he crawled his way through the icy water after the girl. Just as she did on land, she moved with a speed and grace through the water, which far exceeded his own. As they battled their way onwards, the current pushed them further and further down stream, the gently sloping bank that he had originally been aiming for, had been replaced by one that seemed almost sheer. The smaller wolf had slowed considerably and he now found himself almost on top of her.

"I can't feel my paws." She said, her teeth chattering.

"Me either," he said. "Nearly there though." When finally they reached the far side, they found themselves confronted by a 3 foot face of mud and snow and slimy hanging vegetation. Io tried to place his feet on the bottom of the river, but instead found his head being dunked beneath the water.

"It's too deep I...I can't stand." He was suddenly scared. His companion just stared back shivering as the river tore past them pushing ever further down the valley. Io tried to jump up and grab the bank but his paw slipped and he once again found himself plunging down into the deep freezing dark of the river. His paw felt around his waist and finally fixed around the hilt of his knife. He leapt up again and drove the blade deep into the frozen soil. He hung on for dear life to the hilt feeling his strength sapping from his muscles.

He became intensely aware that we wasn't able to pull himself up, the best he seemed to be able to do was hang from the bank and shake. Suddenly he felt something pushing up against his foot paws, driving him upwards just enough for him to lunge forward, he grabbed an exposed tree root and hauled himself forward. Turning back around he leaned his chest over the bank and stuck his arms backs down towards the river, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. In a flurry of bubbling white water and fur she pounced upwards and grabbed his arms. Between them they hauled and dragged on each other until at last the both fell back onto the bank, in a quivering lump of sopping half frozen fur.

They both new better than to just lay there, they propped each other up as best they could and dove into the nearest snow drift, rolling in it in an attempt to dry their fur. Io unwrapped the sopping blanket about his chest and tossed it over a branch. He had barely stood up before the female forced him down and squeezed their icy bodies together, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and began massaging his body vigorously.

Io stared at her in surprise.

"Do me too or we'll freeze." She barked

"...Ok!..." Said Io.

"Not like that, just rub you idiot!" She scowled into his chest as she tried to keep as much contact with the other wolf, and keep her limbs moving. Io began returning the favour with great enthusiasm,

An hour past and they both were still alive, their fur gently warming in the radiated warmth of the sun, still they lay pressed together sharing what heat they had.

"Sorry about-" Io started.

"Don't mention it." The female interrupted, trying with all her might to not make eye contact with the erect cock pressing against her flank.

Io looked about embarrassed "It's just-"

"I said don't mention it."

"So...can I ask your name? Or is it rude of me to ask that?" Io offered, trying to take the attention away from his hard on.

"It is rude. Show's over familiarity with females who are not your own." She said, as if reciting something she had learned by wrote, but never truly understood, "Course it's probably not as rude and over familiar as poking one with your dick for two hours."

"So...can I know your name then?"

"...I haven't got one."

"Huh?" Io looked down at the top of her head. "You must do."

"Nope."

"Well...What did your mother call you?"

"...I had a name, but I don't...I hate it."

"Go on. Please, I did save your life." Io grinned down at the girl snuggled against his chest.

"Only after I saved yours, Dead meat!" Her head tilted back so she could meet his gaze with an unimpressed one of her own.

"Please?" he begged.

"Shovel."

"Sorry?"

"Shovel...my mum used to call me Shovel."

"...Why?"

"Because I'm quick, she used to say I moved like 'shit off a shovel'. Then it just became Shovel....As I said... I don't like mothers."

"I like it, it has character."

"If you ever call me Shovel, I will end you." The wolfess said, with no hint of warmth in her voice.

"Okay, but what do I call you?"

"I haven't decided."

"How about we pick you a name to use in the mean time? Like River, or Willow or Sky...or Forest...or Winter...or... log...

"Are you just going to say everything you can see now?" She rolled on her back and looked up at him.

"Go on pick one, doesn't have to be forever..."

She wiggled her nose contemplatively. "Winter."

"See! Perfect! But the deal is, I don't call you Shovel if you don't call me 'Dead Meat' okay?"

"So what do I call you then?"

"Io! It's my actual name. Unlike you, I do love my mother...and she gave me a great name." He smiled.

"That is such a weird thing to hear from someone with a hard-on." She said,

"You know full well that is your fault." Io snapped.

The newly christened Winter rolled off the male and stood, brushing herself down as best she could.

Io drank in the sight of her, every time she stretched, a collection of taught toned muscles flexed beneath her fur, contouring her form and betrayed the athletic hunter in her nature. His eyes settled on her tummy and marveled at the sweeping curves that passed over her hips and gently rolled on to parts even more exciting.

"You've got nice hip bones," He said absently.

Winter scowled at him, bent over scooped up a paw full of snow and deposited it on his hard proud member.

"Cool it off dog," She said

Io yipped and sat up, trying to brush the cold snow from his sensitive cock.

They walked for a few more hours but soon found the night and day's exertion weighing down upon them profoundly. They lay down beneath the shelter of a dense thicket and closed their eyes. Io tried to strike up a conversation but soon found that he was talking to himself. He rolled on his side and listened to her near inaudible snores. He took his blanket from under his head and draped it over her.

She stirred "...C'mon dog, that thing's still soaking wet." She bundled it up, and tossed it out from under their makeshift shelter. Hurt, Io reached across her and picked it back up, folding it neatly he tucked it back under his head. Rolling on his back he gazed upwards, he stared at the infinite twinkling shoal of lights that smothered the cloudless sky, soon he was snoring just as happily as she was.

He stirred once more, just as dawn broken. The snow had eventually fallen that night; it dusted the leaves of their impromptu shelter, and shattered the morning light into a myriad of different colours. Io watched as the beautiful blossoms of multicoloured light played, and danced across the white canvas of Winter's fur. Out the corner of his eye he picked up a different kind of motion.

Between the trees a shadow stalked quietly, it was moving as softly as it could, making every attempt not to make a sound. In its hands it carried a small sling, on it's hip a pouch, presumably with some choice stones inside. As it passed in front of a patch of sunlight, Io made out the unmistakable shape of antlers perched atop it's head.

Io's stomach twanged with anticipation. He moved a paw towards Winter to try and rouse her. But bravado got the better of him. He could think of nothing he wanted more than to present her with a nice juicy buck...well maybe a couple of things. But the buck would be a means to that end, he reasoned. He gingerly crawled over her sleeping body and stole through the wood after it. The creature was about the same size as him, but far less robust, he lowered himself as near to the ground as possible and waited, the buck stopped. It turned it's attention to a bush that seemed to still have a few berries hidden amongst the snow.

Io placed his paw around the handle of his knife, and gently tugged it free, the tiniest click emanated from the blade. The buck's ears twitched. It spun on the spot just as Io pushed off on his hind legs and darted the 30 feet towards his prey. The buck span the sling around his head and whipped it down. Io cried out as a vicious crack thrummed out from his collar bone. Io hit the dirt as the buck turned on it's heels and sprang off through the underbrush.

The wolf pushed off the ground and stormed after it, he pumped his arms furiously, causing his wounded chest to sting viciously in protest. He crashed loudly through undergrowth as he barrelled onward, the deer was now 40 feet away and Io was slowly losing ground. Between the trees he saw a flash of white. Winter's light body moved like water through the forest, he slowed to a jog as the bitch sprung. Her muzzle hit the buck's neck at speed and both the deer and the wolf tumbled end over end into the underbrush, and out of sight.

By the time Io reached the scene it was all but over. Winter's maw was tucked up under the bucks chin clamping down hard. The buck's breathing was labored and slowing. Her paw gripped the creatures sling arm behind him keeping him pinned. Io raised his knife over the Buck's chest and slammed it down, putting an end to its misery. Winter blinked as a splash of red leapt across her snow white face.

"Nuh uh!" Winter laughed as she swallowed down a mouthful hungrily. "You were about to keel over by the time I got there,

"That is not true, you poached my buck!" He retorted, taking another bite. "He was running out of steam, it was just a matter of time."

She held her paw up to her chewing muzzle and giggled behind it.

"Don't laugh! I had him right where I wanted him."

"...and the fractured collar bone? Was that all part of some clever ploy too?"

"Yeah that was weird. When did deer start carrying slings?" he touched at his chest and hissed. "Do you really think it's broken?"

"Yeah." Winter said, with a smile that seemed not at all sympathetic. Io parted the fur on his shoulder and inspected the blue and purple flesh beneath.

"You don't seem to cut up about this." He said, digging for sympathy.

"Why should I be? It's not my chest that's purple." She teased

Io grunted and tried to cross his arms, a jolt of pain bit at him, he winced and put his paws back in his lap.

"I'm sorry, was the big bad bitch being insensitive. Let me kiss it better. She leaned forwards onto all fours and placed a gentle kiss on his damaged chest. Instinctively he reached out and placed his paw over hers.

"You've got blood on your cheek," He leaned into her, his lips pressed against the impossibly soft white fur of her face. She pushed her muzzle alongside his, her eyes drifted shut. They could each feel the others burning hot breath caressing their cheek, Io pulled his muzzle back and raised his free paw, gently placing it on the back of her neck. His wound stung at him fiercely, but he didn't care. Their young lips finally met, their muzzles pressed harder against one another's, sealing themselves in a deep delighted kiss. Io felt his stomach crammed with butterflies, and tried to focus desperately on keeping his cock under control.

Finally Winter leaned away and sat back down on her butt. She picked up some more meat and tucked in; a big happy grin was spread wide across her face.

"Hey! You didn't get a boner that time!" She exclaimed loudly.

"I know... I had to try really, really, hard not to." Io said with a proud grin. "Wait...Shouldn't I have?"

Winter bit her lip, looked him up and down and shrugged "I dunno."

The next few days flew by, they had stayed with the buck until the meat dwindled and turned sour, They reasoned the river should have done enough to cover their scent and dissuade anyone from following them. Io held out hope that perhaps no one would notice they had even gone, but knew it unlikely. Every time he looked at winter, he saw a hundred good reasons to tear the world apart in search of her. At Winter's suggestion, the pair travelled on.

A week later, their pace had slowed dramatically. Io noticed her hip bones, that he had favoured so much were more prominent now than when they started. Food had been in short supply, unlike the need for it. Io had spent much of the time reminiscing about their kiss. And finally at the end of one particularly long day when Winter had sat down and began to rub her sore, tattered foot paws, he had tried to kiss her again, and she had snarled back at him, baring her teeth unambiguously.

The snow fell thick and fast that evening and they sort refuge between the roots of a vast oak tree, spreading branches above them to keep away the smothering snow. Io lay facing her, feeling the heat radiating from her back washing over every inch of him, every sinew in his body felt drawn to her. He wanted to reach out and squeeze her so tight she could never go anywhere. He wondered if she was awake. A little gun shy after her earlier response, it took him a good while to pluck up the courage to yawn and flop his arm across her. He waited to feel teeth in his forearm, but instead she scooted her shoulders back and pressed them against his chest. Her paw found the edge of his blanket and lifted it up so she could get underneath. Io lay a paw on her tummy and wriggle up against her. As he moved she shifted her hips forward, away from his lap, Io got the message. By the time he fell asleep his cheeks ached from the huge grin that stretched across his face.

When he woke she was nowhere to be seen. He looked down under his blanket at his erect cock.

"Oh for crying out loud." He mumbled, annoyed with how desperate he must appear. He wrapped himself back up and waited for her return and whatever jibes she would have thought up.

An hour passed and she still hadn't returned, a feeling of unease started to take hold of him. He eased himself to his feet, and sniffed the air. Methodically he moved through the forest, her scent getting stronger and stronger. He called out but got no response, he tried again. The sound of snarls and barks of rage and hate filtered gently through the trees and suddenly a different scent caught his attention, distinctly male, and the familiar metallic scent of blood.

He threw his head back and howled. His ears pricked waiting for a response, then he got one, a wolf song he instantly recognised. Trees flashed past him as he fell headlong towards the source of the sound, his heart pounding in his chest his still aching shoulder begged for him to stop. Winter howled again, all thoughts of his own pain fled as he hurtled onwards, finally he spotted a ghostly white shape limping towards him. As he reached her he could see her leg was stained with crimson. She grabbed out for him wordlessly and gritted her teeth. Her paw jutted out behind her, pointing back in the way they had come.

Io looked back and saw dark shapes moving between the trees. He draped her arm over his shoulder and began moving them both in the opposite direction to the danger, whatever it was.

"They stole my rabbit." She hissed.

"Fuck the rabbit, let's go." Io urged her onwards attaining a pace so slow he though Winter might scream in sheer frustration. They barely got a hundred yards before their pursuers caught up

"Hey, hey! Look! She summoned her lover boy!" Io turned and pushed his wounded friend behind him. Four adult male wolves stalked towards him. Io scanned their faces, when he realised he didn't recognise any of them he felt an odd mixture of fear and relief.

"Your bitch gave us your breakfast, lover-boy." Said a small scraggly looking male; holding a lifeless rabbit by its ears. He hooted in deranged laughter, then ripped the head off with his teeth. Winter snarled, her paw still clamped over her bloody thigh.

"Calm down there lady." Said another, chuckling, his fur was painted red and plaited down the back of his neck. He held a paw up to Io "You too big guy, there's no need for this to escalate."

"You fucking bit me!" Winter barked.

"You surprised me is all, I'm easily surprised, it is in my character, ashamedly." He replied.

"What do you want?" Io asked.

"That is very rude, you come into my home and start demanding questions. Didn't your mother teach you manners?" The stranger continued to walk towards them. The other males oozed from the forest around them, spreading out in such a way that couldn't have been more threatening. Io stayed quiet. The stranger smiled when he realised the young wolf wasn't going to rise to the bait.

"Well, I want you the fuck outta my territory for one thing... I've already got your rabbit...soo..." He tapped his paw finger against his chin in mock thought. Io already knew what the male was going to say next. "And yeah, we'll take her too."

"Go fuck yourself." Winter snapped.

"As you can see, my pack is a bit short on females... and fucking deer pussy only gets you so far, if ya know what I mean." The stranger chuckled again. "They feed ya a lot better than a bitch though!"

As the males slowly surrounded them Io tried to gently push his friend further behind him, but her blood was up almost as much as their would be attackers.

"You're not taki-" The first male lunged from Io's right, a huge paw swung for Io's head, Io tried to dodge out the way but instead caught the blow in his broken collarbone. Io thought he was going to pass out from the agony. He battled to stay upright as a second swing careened towards him. Winter leapt and caught the animals cheek in her teeth, she snarled as she whipped her head from side to side, coming away with a piece of meat in her maw.

The male clamped a paw to his face and stumbled away cursing, As another of the strange males charged he found both Io and Winter's teeth bared and growling, he hesitated, lowering his head, curled his lips back and showed off his own set of weapons.

He dove towards Io. Io, pulled his head back and slammed a paw into the animals face. There was a furious exchange of snaps and growls. Io felt his face burn as sharp claws raked down his brow and cheek, turning the left side of his world pink as blood trickled to his eye. Io swiped back trying to return the favour but found himself connecting with air. The snow white creature they were fighting over had got there first. Her teeth were jammed under the wolf chin crunching down on the front of its neck,

Io turned in time to see the last two males charge him. He backed away as the first one came snarling and snapping at him. Io returned the favour and came away with a mouthful of fur, if little else. A clawed slash across the stranger's shoulders caused him to hiss and back off slightly. Io flashed a glance over towards Winter, she was huddled over, her teeth still squeezing down on the male's wind pipe, even as the now desperate male rained blow after blow down on her head and body in an effort to get her to let him go. Her fur seemed almost more red than white now, as a half dozen cuts wept eagerly.

The wolf who was cradling his face, howled in dismay and anguish. His paw flashed to his waist and came back up with a blade. Io cried out to Winter but a kick to the stomach cut his warning short. The two males were getting the better of him. The one with the red plaits didn't fight like a wolf, he never snarled or tried to bite, or claw, he would just wait for Io to go for him, then connect heavily with a paw or a foot. Io could barely see straight anymore. The one who had had his faced ruined by Winter, was by now stalking back towards her, knife in hand. In desperation, Io grabbed for his own knife, his paw gripped the handle behind his back. The male that did fight like a wolf came charging at him again, all fangs and noise.

Io swung his paw around and punched sideways into the creatures flank. A feeling of absolute shame poured through him, he squeezed tight on the knife's hilt. He felt fur and blood tickling the top of his paw. He pulled the knife free and then punched it in again. The wolf went down screaming. The red head stepped back, his eyes widened as he took in the sight of his pack-mate wailing in fear and pain, turning the snow a deep red.

Winter felt the paw at her throat go limp the blow's her slowly suffocating victim rained down on her grew weaker and weaker. She knew the fight was far from over but didn't know whether to let go or finish off the wolf in her teeth. Her paws searched around the male's waist for a knife, but found only an empty sheath, 'It must have fallen out' she reasoned and drove her paw into the snow beneath him, instead her fingers closed around a large pointed rock. 'Close enough' she thought, she let go of his throat, and as he gasped down a desperate hungry breath, she brought her weapon down on his head with both paws.

The mess it made shocked her, she felt sick, but before she had time to think about it further she felt a paw on her ankle dragging her backwards, she rolled over to see Io and the redheaded wolf grappling with a knife against a tree. Io was screaming at her to 'Look out' She looked up at the ruined face of the wolf that was dragging her, she tried to kick free, she saw a flash of silver in the air then felt a fire like she had never felt burning deep in her thigh. She screeched in agony as the wolf pulled the knife free of her leg.

"Don't you dare fucking kill that bitch!" The red head screamed at his associate. The associate shrugged, turned the knife in his paw and grabbed for Winter's wrist. She swung her rock again and managed to hit the animal's snout. He covered his face, as he did, she sunk her teeth into his knife arm just below the wrist. He punched her hard, but she held on for dear life, she closed her eyes and tensed her jaw shut. Her adversary cursed and shouted and then was suddenly silent. She felt beautiful warmth pouring over her, soothing, almost heavenly. The arm in her mouth moved awkwardly and she felt something heavy land on top of her. She opened her eyes and saw Io staggering awkwardly above her, knife in one paw the other paw was clenched over his stomach. The dog who had stabbed her lay on the ground beside her clutching at his open neck.

The red head leaned against a tree, "F-fucking coward...you... f-fucking coward." The wolf said quietly, dripping rhythmically into the snow.

There was a moment of utter silence as everyone surveyed the scene of carnage that had so rapidly unfolded in the otherwise perfectly serene morning. Io's eyes clamped wide as he saw Winter's upper body bathed in red. He stumbled over to her desperately and fell to his knees by her side, wincing hard as his knees hit the earth and a flash of pain stung from his belly. His paws moved through Winter's fur running along her chest and her flank. His face was one of blank panic.

"What're you doing?" Winter said in a slow dazed voice, she tried to grab his wrist, but Io grabbed her paw and held it. He looked at the wound on her leg, then back to her blood stained chest, for which it was evidently not responsible, he pulled her shoulder up off the ground and ran his paw along her back desperately searching for the source of the blood.

"I-it's not mine, it's fine, it's not mine." She murmured, He failed to listen, still he pawed through her fur looking for the source of the blood. Eventually she had to grab him by the chin and force him to look at her face. "Stop! I'm okay! It's his blood." She pointed his face to the wolf that now lay still beside her.

As her words sunk in Io began to shake, he breathed in a loud ragged breath that rattled around in his chest, his eyes reddened and filled with water. Scrunching his eyes shut he threw his paws around her and hauled her up into his arms, squeezing her so tight she could hardly breathe.

Winter winced as he moved her; she clamped a paw down on the shallow cut in her thigh and with her free arm squeezed him back. He trembled violently against her, adrenaline surging through his body.

"Io," She said. The Red headed male had clawed his way back up to his feet. A horrific wound in his belly opened and closed like a set of scarlet lips. He howled and began to edge his way towards the embracing couple. Io looked up as the male advanced towards them, he was so completely spent he didn't know how to react.

"Leave it be now Cass. You've all had your fill." An utterly new voice filled the air; it was deep and thick with accent.

"Screw you mud-dog." Said the male wolf, talking over the top of Io and Winter at something behind them. "Look at what they done!" He pointed the blade at the dead and dying members of his tiny pack. "They fucking murdered us!"

"I don't care. Enough's enough. Sit down and I'll get to patchin' everyone up."

"I'm a bit beyond patchin', don't you think, mud-dog?" He stepped towards them again and flipped the knife in his paw. There was a click and the wolf froze.

"Sit down Cass."

The wolf sneered with pure hate, and continued towards them. A deafening crack filled the air, a sound louder than either Io or Winter had ever heard. As the noise receded the wolf toppled wordlessly to the ground and lay perfectly still.