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"Are you sure you want to hear it?" Said Hyron, shuffling the papers of his manuscript in his paw. "I'm sure you'll find it very dull."

"Of course I won't. You wrote it." His wife reassured him with her loving smile.

"It's very dry. But it's what the editors said they wanted," Said Hyron, placing an errant quill back in it's holder,

"Would you please just read it?" His wife sat perched on the edge of an armchair her paws neatly folded and daintily placed in her lap.

Hyron looked to her, the gently flickering candlelight that illuminated his study making her look even more stunning than usual. He was amazed at how she could sit like that. With her waist bound so impossibly tight in her dress and yet still smile in a way that made his heart flutter. "Very well, but if you get too bored you have to tell me."

"I won't get bored!" His wife chuckled

Hyron knew she was lying and loved her even more for it. "Fine!" He said with a smile "But don't say I didn't warn you." He cleared his throat lifted his manuscript and began to read aloud.

_" Running with the pack: _

_ A Treatise on the Nature of Wolves _

_ The covert experiences of a Learned Naturalist _

_ By Hyron Chase _

It is of little necessity to explain to such learned readers as the audience of this esteemed journal, that whilst our most close cousins, though highly similar to ourselves in physicality, differ greatly in terms of culture. Whilst we noble breeds sort to civilize and progress the manner of our society, Wolves readily, repeatedly and violently, reject any attempt to reform or improve on their primitive way of life. It was this truth, which so filled me with curiosity, that I took leave of my seat at the University of Darrow in the summer of 1728, boarded a boat headed west and resolved to investigate with great detail, the culture of our wolf cousins. Little did I know at the time that I would not return to civilisation for a further 7 years. The following article details in great length my experiences amongst the primitives, and aims to answer the question of why we have progressed so greatly since our divergence, and they, so little.

The differences between our culture and their barbarism are too vast in the counting to be listed in this one humble writing. However, before I continue, for the sake of perhaps more sheltered readers, I shall name a few of the most striking differences, for the purposes of context.

_ Matters of Race: _

Whilst we noble races of Canis long since took control of our racial progression, and cultivated the multitude of splendid forms we now possess, Wolves seldom look beyond their immediate pairing. This philosophy has left their form relatively unchanged for many thousands of years, unlike our grand diversity, tenderly cultivated by the breed houses, wolves possess one racial archetype, albeit one that can vary in size and shape quite dramatically.

_ Matters of Technology: _

_Whilst many sentient races have progressed beyond the technological primitivism of our Wolf Cousins, few can surely claim such high achievement as our own. We Noble Breeds of Canis have mastered steam, we have birthed great cities, we forge great trade routes across the world, exploring and examining the wonders of the material earth, we even see fit to invest in great seats of learning to nurture and feed the flames of our intellect and creativity. Wolves by contrast think little beyond their immediate physical gain. The objects of highest technological note you will likely find in the possession of a wolf will be of foreign manufacture. Cheap knives and metal pots and pans, are common, many of which are of our own production, obtained by the wolves by means of simple trade. Beyond such articles Wolves use little more than simple tools, spending much of their lives in a nomadic existence sleeping beneath tents of bone and animal skin. An exception to this is the "City" which they commonly refer to as 'The Great Den". City is perhaps too grand a term for it, however it would appear to be the only Wolf settlement where anything approaching a modern building can be located. _

_ Matters of Morality: _

Whilst in our own society claiming violence to be eradicated would be a simple untruth, we can certainly agree that amongst the more dignified echelons of ourselves, it is a great rarity. Even the humblest member of us Noble Breeds recognises the dignity in words over barbarism when it comes to resolving areas of contention. Wolves however do not share our enlightened ways. Violence is as natural to them as breathing. Vicious unarmed combat will erupt over seemingly trivial matters, usually surrounding issues of status or dignity, of which even mild infractions, for instance in the order in which pack members feed, can end with one party seriously injured. It is a society obsessed with status, even more so than some of the cultures of the deep Eastern Continent, albeit without the near religious adherence to specific social conventions. Deaths from such fights are rare however, as the use of weapons against other wolves is seen as something akin to a great blasphemy, instead of fighting with the martial discipline and dignity afforded by the use of say a sabre, when wolves fight they debase themselves in a chaotic furore of animalistic growls and biting.

This base animism is also reflected in their choice of attire, or rather, their complete lack thereof. There exists no modesty or concept of shame within wolf culture surrounding nudity. Clothing is reserved to signify specific ranks and roles within wolf society, such as priests or members of their 'sisterhoods' (Organisations of a spiritual nature which I shall discuss at length later). Jewellery is common amongst higher status males and females, but is not worn in anyway that could be construed as an attempt to protect the wearers modesty. Indeed, jewellery and fur-dying are often used in conjunction to draw the observer's eye towards a wolf's more intimate areas. In the matters of body modification wolves are unusually expert, they take great interest in differentiating themselves from each other through a bewildering array of techniques: Ear notching; fur sculpting, piercings through every conceivable area and the permanent modification of fur colour by means of injecting compounds beneath the skin, to name but a few, are all readily observable.

_ Matters of Sex: _

Whilst this article is intended to be read by learned Members of The Noble Breeds, for whom the issues of sex hold no alarming quality, I readily accept that this article will no doubt enter the public sphere in some form or another. And so at this point I feel compelled to offer one last warning to any potential readers who may lack the constitution for the topic which one must inevitably discuss when trying to understand the Wolf Culture, namely that of sex. From hence forth this article shall not shy away from description or detail of their sexual proclivities, and I entrust to the reader the responsibility of knowing if he or she has the fortitude to read on.

Wolf society revolves almost entirely around sex. Whilst mate selection amongst the noble Breeds is facilitated by the Breed houses, and restricted to a single male and female pairing, the same can in no way be said for wolves. Wolf packs are headed by a strong breeding pair, any offspring of which are held in high regard; however the alpha male will also breed with all other females within that pack. Any female offspring born to the subordinate females are then traded between packs, in what appears to be a concerted effort to minimize inbreeding. This serves the same purpose as the 'Stud book' maintained by each breed house, preventing the lineages from becoming too insular and corrupting the purity of our Noble Blood.

It is here that the similarities between us and them come to an end. When they pair in a socially acceptable fashion, they will do so anywhere they desire. They do not seek out privacy for the intimate act, as we civilised breeds do, indeed the first two wolves I saw on my journey were engaged in the physical act when I encountered them, personally, I believe they make love in full view of other wolves as an assertion of power over the observer, rather than any base necessity.

The manner and diversity of the acts are also worthy of note, if reproduction was the only concern of these primitives, it would ill explain the regularity with which certain more perverse practices could be observed. For instance oral sex, whilst quite rightly considered obscene by our own civilised society, was routinely practised, and seemed to be of little or no consequence, for instance an Alpha female might openly receive oral sex from a subordinate male without any notice being taken by her mate. On a separate occasion however an Alpha female I was observing was executed by her husband when she was found in the lovers lock with a subordinate male."

"What's 'the lover's lock'?" Interrupted his wife.

"It's a euphemism for knotting. It's a bit less crass." Hyron replied.

"Oh...should I be saying 'lover's lock' instead of knotted when we're In... what did you call it?... polite company?" She asked.

"Ideally my love, when we're in polite company you shouldn't be talking about sex at all." Hyron winked, trying not to seem overbearing.

"Where's the fun in that?" She returned a cheeky smile.

Hyron returned his eyes to his papers, a large grin across his face, and continued to read.

"Further differences shall be highlighted as I recount my experiences amongst the wolves; however I thought it best to furnish the reader with the basic information presented above.

Much speculation has surrounded how I was able to live unnoticed amongst the wolves for so long considering I am, quite proudly, a member of a Noble Breed. Much of this confusion came from an article in The Times, which incorrectly reported that my birth is registered at the Breed House of Aurum, which led to many interested parties wondering, not perhaps unfairly, how a Golden furred individual, with folded ears and a rounded muzzle could go unnoticed amongst wolves. Many fanciful suggestions abounded such as I would roll in soot every morning and pin my ears up with wire, the truth is in fact far less amusing. My fur is silver, my ears are pointed and whilst some of the savagery inherent in the form of a wolf has been carefully bred from my stock, leaving me with far more civilised qualities, it would be wilful ignorance to claim that I do not bare a resemblance to a wolf. Before any reader cries 'savage!' and hounds me from the city, I will assure you my birth is registered at the Breed House of Argentum, my entry in the Stud Book is number 14003. Any citizen concerned with the purity of my blood may go and see it for themselves. Whilst the conservatism with which House Argentum has cultivated its lines has been oft criticized, undoubtedly my physical similarities to a common wolf were the only thing that allowed me to ingratiate myself within their community. That is not to say I did not come under suspicion, the fur surrounding my eye, cheek and muzzle, on the right side of my face is black, and there is some brown in my complexion too. My disguise was not perfect, and was often subject to accusations of being a mongrel or the progeny of a Noble blood female that lay with a wolf. Be assured the animosity we feel towards their kind is happily reciprocated.

Whilst our society regards them as hopeless primitives that reflect back the demons of our cruel and violent ancestry, they regard us as perversions. They perceive the glorious work of the Breed Houses as wilful corruption of some 'quintessential wolf essence'."

Hyron looked up from his papers and stopped for a moment. "My love, what's wrong?"

His wife sat in the chair as dignified as she had before, but even across the room he could see a tear crossing her cheek."

"I'm sorry, I just... I don't understand so many of these words..."

"Aww," Hyron extended his arms, "My poor sweet wife, please don't be sad, or It'll make me sad too."

Seeing him gesture for her, she stood and moved at a near unladylike speed to her husband. She sat down on his lap and the two wrapped one another in their tender arms holding each other tight. His shimmering silver fur shone brilliantly in the firelight, offsetting the more matte tones of his wife's own fur.

"You will one day soon; you're one of the smartest creatures I've ever met..." He brushed a tear from her cheek "I have something for you. I think you'll like it." The silvery canine reached for a large brown envelope that perched on the corner of the huge oak desk, he lay it down on her lap and did his best to pull out the documents it contained while still hugging his wife. Finally a large folded piece of paper came loose. Hyron unfurled it proudly. A sprawling genealogical tree crawled across the document, detailing hundreds of individuals in near microscopic print, all connected and annotated with the dates of birth and marriage and death.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Well..." Hyron pointed a finger at a specific entry detailing a female child born to a Johnas and Freya Coal, some 26 years earlier, "It's you."

His wife bit her lip with delight, "...how?"

"Money. I bribed a Clerk at the Breed house to do some creative updating of their records. Mr and Mrs Coal, may their spirits rest, died tragically young, before they could have any pups of their own. Or at least that was true this morning. As of this afternoon, they have a sole surviving heir, a beautiful, loving, daughter called Mya."

Another tear, this time of joy, trickled down her cheek,

"Mya," He continued. "Is a registered offspring of two bona fide members of the Noble Breed House of Argentum. She may move freely in any corner of the realm; apply for a breeding license; she may marry any individual that the Breed House agrees to- hopefully me again." He smiled, "And any of her offspring will be entitled to all privileges and rights afforded citizens of Noble Breeding,"

His wife cradled his face in both her paws and squeezed her lips to his. For a long time they sat enraptured in each others tenderness, until finally she broke from the kiss and gently placed her forehead to his. His paw caressed her cheek and stroked her hair, which was pulled back into a shimmering steel plait, tied off with red ribbon.

"So Ms 'Mya Coal'..." He said, placing a paw about her waist feeling the hard starched fabric of her corset, "How do you feel now that you're one of us 'perversions'?"

"Delighted... I don't like the name 'Coal' though."

"Well... you can always change it to Chase." Said Hyron

"Why Chase?"

"...because that's my name."

"Won't that get confusing?"

"No my love, it's what you do when you marry someone."

"Oh, but we're already married?"

"I mean properly married, in a proper church with a priest; not just some mad old druid with no ears throwing petals everywhere like last time."

"I thought it was beautiful!" Mya huffed, then folded her arms and frowned at her husband. "Are you sure you'd not rather marry some dainty little thing from your 'breed house'?" She asked in hurt tone.

"You are the most beautiful thing that has ever walked the earth. When you laugh it makes me feel happiness beyond compare, when you're sad I can't think straight with grief at the fact I have not made you happy...I can't imagine my life without you. You are the sweetest creature ever born. I am so hopelessly in love with you that I feel ill when you so much as leave the room...And your butt...I could write whole poems about your butt. All of you is positively astounding, but your rump...your fuzzy grey, perfectly sculpted sweet little rump!" He closed his eye and moaned in delight, he chortled quietly at himself until his mouth was suddenly filled with her tongue. He wasted no time, His paws squeezed around his wife's impossibly tight waist, hauling her close to him. His paws slid to her skirt and ran along the contour of her leg down to the hem of the garment. Sliding his paw beneath her skirt he found a labyrinth of fabric, confusing his eager attempt to touch her most intimately.

Her paws were clasped to the back of his neck, squeezing his muzzle to hers as he tried desperately to find his way to her sex. "God!" He cried as he fumbled with her clothes, "I miss when you were naked all the time."

His wife didn't respond, her paws moved eagerly about his face and neck, caressing him with a desperate passion, kissing him over and over. She pushed their hungry mouths together again, exploring his gentle lips with a flurry of lust filled attention from her own.

Hyron rose from his seat with a grunt, he hefted his wife onto his desk with relative ease, sending a shower of items clattering off the desk onto the floor. Both participants feverishly grabbed at her skirt trying to haul it up and out of the way, the long, socially acceptable, garment seemed never ending as tried desperately to get it over her knees

Mya lifted her knees and spread her legs, inviting him urgently. She pulled his head down to her, opened her muzzle wide and hauled him into a deep, craving, kiss. Her eyes were scrunched so tight she looked almost pained as she sank into the sensation of it. Her paws ran along his back, feeling his muscular back beneath his fine silk shirt, his body no longer the thin scholarly frame it had once been.

She held him so tight he had to forcibly break their kiss before he could turn his attention to the rest of her. Firstly, however, he stood and began to furiously undo his shirt, each button seemingly an unacceptable inconvenience to him. Completely uncaring for any other artifact on the desk, she picked up the parchment he had given her, and tucked it reverentially back inside it's envelope then placed it carefully out of harms way. Without missing a beat, she leaned up to her husband and began to undo the taught cravat that bound the collar of his shirt, finishing the task with a flourish, by pulling the silk fabric away gently in her teeth, flashing him the kind of bedroom eyes that make males weep the world over.

With his shirt still partially buttoned he realised he could resist her charms no longer. He dropped to his knees between her legs. "I'm pretty sure you should have another piece of clothing on under here." He grinned as he gazed up between her legs. His paw slid along the inside of her thigh, enjoying the searing hot feel of her flesh and the impossibly soft fur that covered it. He gently ran a thumb over the sweet, exposed little nub of flesh at the top of her sex.

Mya jolted with excitement as he tickled at her most sensitive spot. "How about you just be thankful I worked out how to put o-" a loud gasp escaped her lips, cutting her short. A paw shot between her legs to gently fondle her husbands pointed ear. Hyron's tongue slid between Mya's slit with the firm slowness of a creature enjoying its favourite delicacy. His hot breath poured across her sensitive folds making her tingle with anticipation. His paws came up to hold her thighs in place. When his tongue reached the top of her precious place it swirled and pressed around her nub over and over, drawing the hot, wet, textured muscle across her clit time and time again. Mya squeaked with delight, both her paws found the way to the back of his head to pull him firmly between her legs.

"Stop, stop, get up." She pleaded, moments later through raspy excited breath.

"What's wrong?" He asked, through glistening lips, as he rose to his feet.

"Nothing my love, I wanna fuck." She leaned up and kissed him without hesitation. Her paws found their way to the few buttons on his shirt that remained done up and fixed the problem

"Shame... I was enjoying that..." He said

"You just said oral sex was obscene in your book... you dogs sure are hippocrocodile."

"Hypocritical." He corrected, watching her push his shirt back over his shoulders with great reverence. "I can't write what I actually believe. The people who will read my article don't want to rethink their beliefs, they just want something to gasp over...can't have my reputation sullied. I have to play the very model of a learned member of society."

She pulled his shirt down, revealing the scarred damaged torso beneath, a single large permanent discoloration in his fur depicted a hunt in a series of primitive symbols.

"Why?" She asked, kissing a large bite scar that crossed the top right side of his chest. "You could change the way-"

He cut her off, a paw finger lifted her muzzle so he could stare her in the eyes. "Let me be clear. I am a Member of a Noble Breed. I am not a wolf. I do not care for the plight of wolves. I am no peacemaker; I care nothing for those beasts.... I did not fall in love with 'wolves'... I fell in love with 'A wolf'." They held each other for a moment; their foreheads pressed together, their paws gently holding against each other.

"I love you too." Her paws were at his waist pulling his belt free in one deft motion. She tucked her thumb into his trousers and pushed them awkwardly down over his hips. His thick canine dick fell loose from it's confinement and hung red and swelling between them. Her paw wrapped around her husbands partially erect cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Can we please fuck now!?" She yelped, breaking the moment expertly. She hopped her butt back up onto the table and wrapped her legs around him, pulling their hips together.

"But you're fully dressed?" Said Hyron; his desire to see his wife's gorgeous naked form highly evident in his tone, and the bulge in his trousers.

"By the time we get all this stuff off me I'll be in season again!" She grinned at her husband. Her paw tugged and massaged at his cock, she teased him, pressing his rapidly hardening member against her wet inviting opening. It was all the convincing he needed, he wrapped a paw around her waist and thrust forward into her. They both moaned in relief as they had their addiction for one another sated.

She leaned back, holding onto his shoulders, as he worked inside her, the ebb and flow of his thick cock pushing up into her deliriously happy sex made her quiver with delight. "Stupid skirt. I wanna see it!" She looked at the wad of bunched up fabric that filled the space between their humping bodies.

"jus-" Hyron started to say something but lost himself almost immediately, "Oh god, You feel so good my love." He leaned forward pressing her down against the table he lifted his knee up onto the desk, his pace quickened and his tail raised and wagged happily. She smiled as she wrapped her legs around the male who bore down on her.

As her husband drove his now glistening cock sweetly within her, she wriggled against the straps of her dress trying to free herself from it, the task made ever more difficult by their distraction. The urge to feel their naked bodies pressed together was overpowering to her.

"You have to undo the corset- the rope thingies on the back." She whispered into his ear, between desperate delighted gasps.

"Laces." He corrected her again. With no further notice he pulled his cock free of her and flipped her enthusiastically onto her front. Mya landed back down with an 'oomph' as the desk slammed into her constricted belly. Instinctively her teeth bared and she growled loudly at the slight. It was not the first time she had growled at her husband, but he had made it clear that she was utterly banned from doing it, after all, the Noble Breeds are above such things. As such it was with great surprise that she felt her husbands cock seat itself within her once again, and saw her husbands muzzle appear next to her own, fangs drawn and snarling.

She grinned deeply, and returned the visceral noise with relish. His paws grabbed her rump and squeezed it hard, kneading the sweet Lupine cheeks with delight. Her husband barked and sped up his thrusting to a delirious speed. Mya could feel his rapidly swelling knot nudging eagerly at her entrance, her own hips filled with sensation, a profound warmth within her, surging from her sex to every inch of her body.

Hyron pulled his paws from his wife's ass and tugged frantically at the laces of her dress, he couldn't hope to control himself long enough to deal with the problem, every fibre of his body wanted to thrust and fuck and hold, and stroke and pet and kiss. Dealing with laces was not currently part of his skill set. With delirious frustration he grabbed the letter opener off his desk and tucked it under the bindings. With great effort he cut the laces against the blunt implement, the tension in the clothes around his wife's chest immediately disappeared. He grabbed the fabric around her shoulders and forced it down to her waist.

His right paw slid up to cup her now bare breast, It's firm supple form thrilled Hyron, as he squeezed and toyed at it. The soft mound of flesh filled his paw and then some, its ample size filled him with an even greater lust, urging his cock to swell up so hard it was nearly painful.

The two canines snarled and fucked and caressed furiously, utterly lost in each other, Hyron couldn't believe his luck. He ached for her even now, even as they fucked he wanted more of her. He moved his free paw under her tail and fondled her tiny soft little tail hole, he barked loudly again as he pressed a single paw finger up into her rump.

She quaked in his arms as she came. Her hard body flexed and tensed and relaxed and tensed again. Her sex gently hugged at his cock, as her asshole clamped down around his finger. He pressed his knot up hard into his perfect wife, her teeth still bared. And as he did, her ears flattened; she licked at his muzzle and whimpered in happy submission. He had never seen her like that before and it took his breath away. He grunted and groaned as he squeezed pulse after pulse of cum up into his wife's perfect, tender,pelvic embrace.

His paws fled from her breast and under her tail, wrapping around her chest in a loving embrace, even as his hips thrust forward involuntarily in awkward jagged humps. "I love you so much Mya...Sing for me...please?" He whispered.

"But what if someone hears us?" She asked brushing her paw against his cheek.

"I don't care. Please let me hear your song again."

Mya looked out the window on the far side of the desk. The city was dark, a few oil lamps burned in the night, a few street lights. but otherwise it was just as quiet as where they had first met, beneath a canopy of leaves, rather than a roof of slate. With no further encouragement required, Mya arched her back dragged in a chest-full of air and howled.

Hyron listened to the mournful song, hugging his wife tight, his cock still seated deep within her, trying to tell himself who he was, but to no avail. Mya filled with joy as her husband leaned his head along side hers, drank down his own huge breath of air, arched his back and added his own primitive song to hers.