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Winter squeezed Io's paw hard as the needle bit into her leg again and again. The badger that kneeled before her worked quickly, his paws handling the needle and thread with a deft rapid confidence.

"You critters sure do make a terrible mess of each other." Said the badger as he poured a cup of clean water over her thigh and examined his handy work. He nodded to himself and stood, satisfied with it. He was shorter than either of the two wolves but wrapped with thick belts of muscle that could be seen even through the layers of clothing he wore. He walked over to a pail that stood on a table in the far corner of the small wooden cabin in which they found themselves. He dunked his red paws into it and scrubbed them vigorously with a hard yellow brick of soap staining it with streaks of red.

Winter looked at Io, he smiled reassuringly back to her, a taught bandage was wrapped around his middle.

"Are you a healer?" She asked, still unsure of the stranger.

"Me?! Haha, oh no." He pulled his paws from the bucket and shook them dry, then took to unrolling the sleeves of his shirt. "I'm a miner by trade; we get all kinds of wounds, so I long since figured I best learn how to patch folk up a bit. Especially given how expensive it is to get a doctor to look at ya, not that many doctors ever get this far from civilisation,"

"What's a miner?" Io asked.

"It means he digs up mud." Winter responded proudly.

The badger squinted at the two naked savages "No, not quite, we dig up Iron ore; well at least we do during the summer. During the winter we can't get the carts up the mountain so we shut it down."

"Iron or what?" Asked Io

"No... Iron ore. It's the rocks you get iron out of. You know, for metal."

The wolves stared back at him blankly.

"I know you know what metal is, you were all swinging knives around at each other."

"Knives don't come from rocks, the wolves at the great den buy them off those weird clothed wolves that come by sometimes."

The badger was rapidly losing respect in his patient's education "Yeah, but the dogs that sell you the knives make them by...melting the metal out of rocks called 'ore'."

"Rocks don't melt. They just get hot and go black." Io said confidently.

"If you don't dig up rocks in the winter why are you here?" Winter asked.

"Someone's gotta stay up here and make sure it doesn't flood or collapse. I hired those wolves to act as guards too, to make sure no one tried to steal any of the equipment we got here."

"Oh...sorry..." Io said, remembering the scene of carnage they had left.

"Don't be, they were bastards. The things they did to the poor deer that live round here..." he shook his head. "Anyway, at least now I don't have to pay 'em." The badger smiled and pointed to a door at the rear of the shack. There's an equipment shed out back, there's still some hay bales stacked up in there. I thought you two young'uns might want to stay in there till you feel well enough to move on."

The next two weeks were some of the coldest Io had ever seen, and both he and Winter found themselves deeply appreciative of the large wooden structure the badger let them inhabit. They nestled on bales of hay behind racks of pick axes and shovels and all manner of things neither of them could identify. They slept for what seemed like forever, drifting in and out of consciousness almost at random. The badger would come see them from time to time and check their wounds, cleaning them as best he could, taking especially good care of Winter, whom he was becoming patently fond of. He brought them what little food he could spare and they shared it as best they could between them. But Io couldn't help but notice how her bones were becoming more and more obvious, he found himself eating less and less of their share, which in turn alarmed Winter.

There was finally some release to their hunger one afternoon. The badger, who went by the name Ordan, had found a deer trying to steal a sack of grain from his stores and shot it dead. The wolves had thanked him profusely when he brought them the grisly offering, and they had spent the evening sleeping snuggled together with full bellies on the floor of the badgers shack.

Their wounds were healing at an amazing rate and, within the month, they found themselves once again stalking prey in the forest that surrounded the mine. Each time they caught something and fed, they felt reinvigorated and more themselves. Io watched Winters curves returning with an interest that bordered on the obsessive, in return Winter seemed to have whole heartedly warmed to her new pack mate; curling up tight against him whenever they slept. Their friendship with Ordan also continued to develop unabated, and they found themselves sleeping on the floor of his warm shack more and more, he even joined them in eating the spoils of their successful hunts, however he always refrained from the flesh of sentient creatures like the deer, a hang-up the wolves by no means shared.

As the winter began to ease the two wolves began to roam further afield in search of prey, running side by side for hours in search of anything they could find. Even when they had no shortage of meat, they would run and play together. Seeing Winter standing over a prize with blood slung jaws was a thrill that Io never grew weary of, and so it was with great gusto that he tore through the woods after her one morning, tracking a scent that neither identified, but which was oddly familiar. When they finally rounded on the target at the base of a steep hill they came across a peculiar sight.

A wolf, tall and old, and impossibly thin, grappled with a shorter creature who was hooded and dressed in thick layers of clothes. The wolf that had clearly seen far better days desperately snapped at his prey's neck. The shorter creature slugged back at him with big black paws, each collision visibly affecting the tired old predator. The wolf lunged again and succeeded in filling his mouth with fabric. He jerked away and lashed out at his prey's head knocking it's hood off.

Io and Winter looked at each other. Up until this point they had just been passive observers, unsure of how to deal with the situation they had found. But as the hood fell back they saw the face of a young female badger, her teeth were bared as she fought for her life. The two young wolves, now both desperately 'pro badger' lunged for the elder wolf. After a brief flurry of snarls and snaps the old canine found his passion for the fight exhausted and slinked away into wilderness.

When Io turned back to the female they had just recued, he found far from the adoring thanks he had expected. She shouted a set of words neither of the wolves understood, fury in her eyes she backed towards her bag which lay several meters away, obviously lost in the preceding struggle.

"Hello!" Said Io

"You're a mud dog!" Shouted winter excitedly. "We like mud dogs. We won't eat you." Winter was speaking slowly and deliberately to try and bridge the language gap.

The badger snatched a strange looking pipe from her bag and pointed it at the wolves. "What's that?" Io asked

Winter lifted her paws up "I think it's another one of those 'gun things' like Ordan has." She was suddenly nervous, remembering the terrifying noise Ordans gun had made..

"...Ordan? You... where... Ordan?" The badger asked, a look of concerned surprise on her face.

"You wanna see Ordan?" Said winter "We can take you! Come on." Winter beckoned with a paw and turned to leave.

"I think she's scared." Io said "Quick, kiss me!"

"Why?" winter responded with a confused look on her face.

"Maybe if she sees us making out she won't think we're hungry and she'll come with us."

Winter raised an eyebrow. "...You're stupid when you're horny..." she said turning back to the badger.

"I'm always horny." Io said, his tail wagging.

"You're always stupid." She grinned. "We take you to Ordan." She repeated, with a wave of a paw.

It had taken several hours to lead the confused young badger back up to the shack, the girl following them at a fair distance with her pistol clutched in her paw untrustingly.

As they got back up to the mining camp Io dashed excitedly to the cabin, leading the huge badger outside he watched in delight as the younger mud dog sprinted the short distance to Ordan, jumped up and slung her arms around him. Io beamed at his pack mate as the two badgers squeezed each other deeply, feeling as though their debt to him had gone some way to being paid.

"This is Sara," Said the older badger. "She's my daughter." The two black and white creatures exchanged a language the wolves couldn't recognise then hugged deeply again.

"We saved her life!" Said Io.

"Shush!" Winter snapped "You'll ruin the moment."

"What moment?" Io had barely finished the sentence before winter reached up and wrapped a paw around his muzzle.

That evening, all four of them sat warm and snug in the badgers shack, Io and winter curled up in one corner, Ordan sat in his chair with his nearly grown daughter sat in his lap.

"Apparently her mother kicked her out." Said Ordan as he sipped from a glass of spiced alcohol.

"How come?" Said winter, fiddling with Io's ears as he lay with his head in her lap.

"I dunno, the woman was always highly strung. I dunno why I married her if I'm honest. I'll have to have words with her when I get back in the spring. I can't have her driving off my favourite daughter every time I leave the house." He smiled at the female in his lap and squeezed her tight in his big arms.

"Will you not take her home then?" Said Winter.

"No, I'll keep her here then we'll travel back when the mine opens up again. It's best if I'm there to play peacemaker. There's some...family problems to work through." The badger looked at the two wolves snuggled against each other. "What are you two anyway?"

"Wolves. I thought you knew that?" Said Io.

"No, I mean, are you together or..."

Io didn't say anything; he tilted his head up and looked at Winter, desperate to hear her answer.

"He's my pack." She answered, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing.

Io grinned and nuzzled back against her,

Ordan smiled giving his daughter a squeeze. "Well would your pack mind sleeping in the shed tonight? I haven't seen Sara in months and I think we need to have a serious talk."

The two wolves agreed and politely made their way out into the fresh cold air of the night. Still too early to sleep the pair lay down on the snow and stared up at the sky.

"Did you ever know your father?" Io asked.

"I know who he is, I've only spoken to him a couple of times though. He's got over a hundred daughters so, well, I doubt he's thinking about me." She laid her head against his shoulder. "What about you?"

"Naa, apparently he wasn't an Alpha or anything, my Mum says he wasn't a good person so I never asked his name." Io rolled his head against the top of hers. "If I ever have sons or daughters I'm gonna keep them close... And have less than a hundred of them." He added.

Winter chuckled sweetly. "I dunno, making a hundred could be good fun."

"How about we start with one and see how we feel?" Io said.

Winter didn't answer, she just laced her fingers through his and squeezed his paw. Getting to her feet she led him down the side of the cabin towards the shed they were calling home. Io's chest thumped with excitement at what he thought was to come, and then as they passed by one of the windows to Ordans shack, Winter suddenly froze. The warm orange glow of the fireplace shimmered out through the glass, turning Winter's white fur a pale orange. Io wondered what she was looking at that could possibly be so interesting as to make her stare so intently.

She crouched down, snuck over to the window and peered in. The orange glow splashed across her face. Io who was mystified, he decided to followed suit, crouching down beside her and peering in through the window.

Ordan stood naked, stooped over his chair, steadying himself with a paw, his muscular back arched and flexed as he thrust his hips forward again and again. His daughter's stocky, muscular, body shook each time her father's hips collided with her rump. Kneeling on the chair beneath him she looked over her shoulder and gazed up at him with her most desperately longing bedroom eyes. The older badger reached forward to play with her ample tits, never once slowing his stroke. The two wolves looked on, completely transfixed.

"I thought you were supposed to be... face to face?" Winter said.

"What, when?" Said Io, standing up for a better look.

Winter put a paw on his shoulder and pushed him back into a more discrete position by the window. "When you...do that." She added.

"Oh...I think you can do either...looks fun though...Do you think this is what he meant by 'family problems'?"

"...it looks kind of rough..." Said Winter, ignoring him.

"Have you never had sex before?" Asked Io, surprised.

"No...have you?"

"Erm..."

"With a female." Winter interrupted

"Oh!...no." Io's ears flattened in embarrassment. "...you're a female..." he added hopefully.

On the other side of the window Ordan pushed his daughter down into the chair, grabbed her ass with both paws and began working in her hard and fast, he arched his back enjoying the feel of her cunt squeezing hard around his cock. Without consulting the smaller badger he lifted her tail up and spat between her spread butt cheeks. He pulled himself free of her and shoved his thick cock against his daughter's tail-hole. The girl moaned in anguish as her father drove himself into her barely prepared ass.

Winter's eyes went as wide as saucers, her ears pricked up as high as Io had ever seen them. "Nope! Not doing it!" Winter turned from the window and scampered off at full pelt into their shed.

"...aww..." Io moaned to himself, he took one last look at the incestuous pairing and quietly followed Winter inside.

Io woke the next morning with a sneeze, his head lay nuzzled against Winter, her soft thick fur tickling at his nose. His great exhalation of breath fogged in the freezing cold air. Even within the shelter of the equipment shed the cold bit hard, making him shiver even beneath his thick fur. His blanket, which normally they slept beneath was folded up and stuffed down between his groin and Winter, She had been uncharacteristically skittish after seeing Ordan mating with his daughter, and had insisted on a 'sexual breakwater' before they cuddled up to sleep. Io thought about leaving the blanket where it was, but the cold was too much for him. He gently picked up the blanket and made to throw it over the two of them.

"Leave it there." Winter said half asleep.

"I'm cold," Responded Io, unfurling the blanket.

"I said leave it!" Without opening her eyes she reached back to where she thought the blanket was and made a blind grab for it. Io yelped in distress as her paw clamped down hard on his intimate parts by mistake. Winter gave the poor dog's balls another firm tug before she finally realised what she was doing and snatched her paw away.

"What was that for?!" Io sat bolt upright and whimpered, placing his paws between his legs, to cradle his abused genitals.

"I'm so sorry!" She replied with genuine dismay.

"I wasn't going to do nothing! I was just cold!" Io seemed genuinely confused by what he perceived to be an overtly mean act.

"I didn't mean to! I thought you were the blanket!" She hopped to her knees next to him and slung her arms around his shoulders, long strands of the hay they had been sleeping in clung to her fur.

"Why would I be a blanket?!" Io said with a hurt frown. "Get off me." He said, as she hugged him, but otherwise making no effort to get free of her

"Not you, your...stuff, I thought it was the blanket!" Winter nuzzled at him, trying to make up.

"...That don't make sense." Io murmured as she rubbed her head against his neck, his junk still aching.

"Don't be mad." She pleaded.

Io looked down at her, his distress melting instantly as he realised she genuinely hadn't meant to hurt him. "I won't be...If we can get under the blanket now...I'm still cold."

"You get under it and I'll-"

"Nope!" Said Io interrupting her. He slung his arm around her chest hauled her in close and fell back together into the hay. Then he threw the blanket over the two of them, covering winter entirely and snuggled down against the warmth of his friend. He squeezed her against him, enjoying the beautiful sensation of their two bodies pressing together.

"...You're smooshing me..." Winter mumbled into his chest fur underneath the blanket, the noise more than a little muffled.

"Don't care." Said Io, his default grin returning to his face.

Io felt the smaller wolf wiggling against him trying to get comfortable, suddenly her nose poked out from the blanket just beneath his chin, the rest of her head was still completely covered.

"Sorry." She said again, trying to get back in her friend's good books.

"...Do you not like me?" Io asked.

"What? Of course I like you! You're my pack!"

"That's not what I mean. I mean the other kind of like."

"Oh" Said Winter's exposed nose. "I think you're very pretty." She said obviously not taking the question seriously.

"Do you think someday you would want to make love with me?" He asked bluntly. "I know you're scared-"

"I ain't scared!" Said the nose loudly. "I just... Well...it's just that I... Okay maybe I'm a little scared but you're not the one that would be having things put in places that clearly ain't big enough to hold 'em."

"huh?" Io wasn't following.

"You heard me." Said the nose.

"We wouldn't have to knot."

"Oh thanks, you're so generous." Winter said with bitter sarcasm. Io could feel her sinking into their warming embrace less reluctantly now, she put an arm around his chest and hugged him back.

Io decided not to press the issue any further and simply closed his eyes and set about enjoying their embrace. They lay silently for many minutes, Io assumed that she had fallen back asleep then her nose disappeared beneath the blanket and he felt her shifting ever so gently against him. He felt her paw moving down his back all the way down to his hip, where it rested. Io didn't know the meaning of the act, but decided to reciprocate. He slid his paws down across her firm athletic frame, over to her hips. He thought about stopping, but didn't. He bit his lip in delight as his paws gently came to rest cradling the soft delightful curves of her butt.

He expected her head to pop out from under the covers and snarl at the transgression, but her response was different. She gently lifted her leg and rested her knee against his thigh; she tucked her foot paw around his thickly muscled leg and squeezed their bodies together. As Io realized their hips were pressing together, his heart began to hammer with excitement. He squeezed her up against him, his paws kneading her perfect snow white rump as he did so.

Winter wriggled her head out from under the blanket and looked up at him. Her breath smoked in the frozen air. There was an awkward silence as the two friends waited for the other to make the first move.

Finally Winter moved her muzzle towards his and let her eyes flutter shut. Io's tail began to thump away happily at the hay beneath them as they locked their muzzles together in a breathy excited kiss. Their tongues pressed together gently, exploring each other.

Io could feel blood surge to his cock, beneath the blanket his member slid from it's sheath eagerly, He could feel her fur tickling against it. He thought about moving his hips away, not wanting to startle her or give her a reason to stop kissing him. He gently scooted his hips back a little to stop his erection pressing against her. Winter moved her body immediately back into contact with his, unaware of what he was trying to achieve, and poked herself with his cock. She yipped in alarm and looked down under the blanket between them.

"Sorry I-" Io started.

"It's okay." She smiled up at him, and gently caressed his face with a paw. She rested her head against his chest a looked at his cock unsurely. Io nuzzled her back gently. He saw her paw move then hover indecisively between them for a moment before finally she reached out and gently gripped his cock in her paw.

Winter felt her friend's cock, judging it with a wiggle of her nose. The feel of it in her paw added to her excitement and her trepidation. It's marbled red and pink colouring, it's smooth hot surface, it was all a lot to take in, yet still, she didn't feel like turning back. Her paw-fingers began to gently caress his member, her touch was gentle almost teasing. Io sank back against the hay and moaned with delight his eyes closed for a moment, then he felt a paw against his shoulder, pushing him flat onto his back.

Winter took her hand away from his cock and clambered awkwardly on top of her friend. She had a look of anxious determination on her face, a look Io had seen on her many times before. Io gazed up at the beautiful female with a feeling of almost spiritual adoration; he couldn't believe she was about to share herself with him.

She slung a leg over his hip and straddled his hips. "My paws are shaking." She said, letting out an anxious little laugh.

"Mine too." He said, placing his paws on her thighs.

Winter plucked up her courage once more and reached down to the thick canine cock that lay flat against Io's belly. She pointed him up between her legs and shivered with adrenaline as she felt his tip brush lightly against her sex. She bit her lip hard and began to slowly lower herself down onto him.

His cock tip blazed with warmth as it pushed her folds gently aside, then an intense tightness hugged at his tip, it felt so heavenly that he wanted nothing more that to pull her hips down hard against him, and bury himself inside her. Winter winced as she tried to lower herself, her hips hovered, reluctant to descend any further. The look of anguish on her face made Io sit up, and hug her around her midsection, trying to comfort her.

"Is it supposed to sting?" She asked him, caressing his head with her paws.

"I dunno...I think it's supposed to the first time..." Io said.

She murmured in dismay and let herself sink down onto his cock another inch or so, she gasped and arched her back away from him.

"Winter?!" He yelped in concern only to realise a moment later that she had a great big grin on her face.

She lifted her hips up a bit and then lowered them hard onto his cock. Now it was Io's turn to moan, or it would have been if winter hadn't grabbed his head with both paws, slammed their muzzles together and driven her tongue into his mouth. She squeaked with delight into maw, over the new sensation she had discovered. Her hips began to bob up and down eagerly, never more than a couple of inches, but more than enough for the two of them to soon be panting with excitement and exertion. Her left paw was soon teasing furiously at the sensitive little nub above her sex, a trick she had known felt good since she was a cub.

His paws squeezed at her bouncing butt with delight as the two novices fell enraptured into their first sexual experience together. His paws slowly slid up to her back to pull her down firmly on top of him. Together they gently rocked back and forth, his thick red cock slipping wetly between the soft pink folds, between her snow white legs.

Io nuzzled into her neck and breathed deeply, filling his head with her scent, his paws ran through her fur every which-way caressing and fondling as they ground their hips together ever more eagerly. It was all to much, Io felt an unstoppable surge of pleasure pour from his lap across the rest of his body, his hips bucked up on impulse driving 3, thus far unused, inches of his cock into his friend. She yelped and dug her claws into his shoulder. Her other paw worked furiously at her clitoris as he bucked up into her again.

Winter could feel his cock pulse and twitch inside her as he came hard, she looked down at his delighted half dazed cum-face, and nuzzled her head against his furiously; until moments later, when a bubbling furore of sensation left her squealing and wriggling with joy.

They held each other for a long time, panting with big happy smiles on their face.