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When the Wolves Come to Midgard

By The Brain of Lazarus

TIGA loved the cold.

Wisps of steam curled from her nose and danced in the dreary midday air, an overcast of pale grey shielding her from the sun as she lied idle. Her form embraced the bitter temperature, without cloth or leather or armor, heavy breasts squished against dead grass as her eye of gold peered through rifle scope.

The massive figure of delicate muscle and womanly shape remained perfectly still, commanded by the patience of a huntress as the wolfess took aim with her suppressed anti-armor rifle. She was in her element, as quiet as death, like the lingering bite of frost on a winter morning.

Rarely was the Pack Leader able to take time for herself these days. Stationed at Outpost Midgard,_most of the wolfess' time was spent getting her Sisters trained and organized for their latest sortie deployment. True, _Midgard was a home away from home, a free base which allowed the wolves to be, well, wolves, but it did not absolve the commander from her duties.

While the girls were prancing and howling around at night in the nake, getting drunk off their ass and god knew what else, TIGA was planning combat routes and training regiments.

So this was. . . bliss for her. Trees whistled with the tease of wind, dead grass rustled their silent songs, and a target some six hundred meters from her, no larger than a wolf's tit, remained in sight. Her ears flicked, her eyes alert, magnified implant senses honing in on her mark.

The wolfess of pale blonde took her shot. Gently squeezing trigger, her suppressed rifle jolted with a heaving, sudden 'BANG.' Micro-dampeners in the wolf's ears allowed her to tune down the rest of the harmful sound as her piercing case bolted from cylinder end to her desired target.

Her thick rump jostled as she did, plump haunches jiggling with reactionary jubilation as the rifle's energy gave her form a healthy bounce, as though an invisible hand came down to toss her full, plump ass. Powerful muscle and pristine, combat oriented figure aside, she was still a voluptuous beast.

TIGA grinned, licking canid lips as she saw her target explode in a pocket of dust through scope. Wolf tail wiggled and she reloaded the bolt action weapon with a satisfying click.

"I can hear you back there, you know."

Indeed, he had shown up roughly, oh what was it? Twelve minutes ago, TIGA silently mused. Stopped somewhere behind one of the few trees in the open space with something in his hand. Far enough to hide, close enough to watch her.

Said figure rustled free from position behind long skinny pine. TIGA didn't move, hearing his approach, adjusting her scope for another target.

"Begging your pardon, ma'am," a husky male voice said, coming closer. "I ah, thought you could use something to drink and then you uh, well."

Whether it was TIGA's concentration with a rifle that kept him at bay or her very obvious nudity, TIGA wasn't precisely sure. But she could take a guess.

The wolfess sniffed. The male had something with him, hot and spiced.

Turning her head slightly, TIGA spied the approaching male, an older figure around his early forties, one of those SecForce guard dogs used for private businesses or militia. Rumor had it their ancestors where German Shepherds - though it was nothing but bar-talk. However, he carried a rugged charm and sturdy figure which spoke of his years on security detail.

His attire was simple and formal, that of a guest among wolves, though still indicated his status of relative important to the outpost.

She felt his gaze rush over her, frantically glancing in the distance, trying to lock onto to some other distant sight. The wolfess laughed internally, nose tingling from the aroma of his brought beverage.

"Hold your ears, mister Irving," TIGA announced firmly.

Her eyes went back to scope, clicking the sight module for better clarity. Then, she repeated: breath held, trigger squeezed, searing 'BANG.' Once again her body wiggled in fleshy echoes, and once again a distant target vaporized in puffs of hot dust.

When the wolfess turned her head again, she could see Irving holding his ears, teeth clenched from sound, fingers awkwardly hanging on to bottle in hand.

"So, what've you brought me?" queried the massive wolf, reloading the bolt-action weapon, beginning to shift. She knew the answer, but there was an apparent sense of pride the aged dog had shown about his work.

"Homemade brew," he announced proudly. "Cold out, too damn nippy for my tastes. Always helps to have something hot in the belly to keep you going, you know?"

His earthy eyes were still cast far out, looking beyond hills of dead grass and thin, skeletal trees, holding his wine like a prized treasure. Indeed, this Irving was on base for a short while, hailed as a brewmaster and acquirer of alcohols. It was damn hard to come by anything like this and Facility Nineteen's budget was strict, so his liquors were quite welcome all over Outpost Midgard.

TIGA shifted, turning away from her rifle and stood. She hoisted the anti-armor rifle around her shoulder, bare and free without care or concern. Her fat, heavy breasts smacked together in the picky, cold air and her dark-brown nips stiffened from cold weather's bite, muscles popping through with subtle lines through the curve of her generous frame, a good two feet larger than the studly hound.

The Pack Leader watched him carefully, silently amused as he tried to look elsewhere. But dogs were dogs, and she could imagine what a camp full of fat titted, big bottomed wolves were doing to him.

"And so you've seen fit to get my girls stupid drunk with your brews, mister Irving?" she probed.

He flushed. "Well. No. It's not my intention but, well, ah. . ."

The wolfess started to march past him. "It's all right. Come."

Half perplexed but daring not to disobey the commanding wolfess, Irving stepped along.

"They spend most of their lives pressured through facility training programs. Every day they're taxed to their limits. I make sure of that."

The pair moved through the sparse pocket of grass and tree, returning to Outpost Midgard, a hidden facility guarded by ferocious brush and equipped for any of their needs. Irving was silent, listening intently.

"So," she went on, "They needed this. Stupid-faced and sloppy drunk. They won't get to do it again for a long, long time. If the beasts forget they're wild, they'll dull and weaken, and I refuse weakness in my ranks, mister Irving."

A tower of steel and cement surrounded by sleeping oaks appeared in the distance, Midgard growing close.

"I'll take that drink," the wolfess of pale blonde said.

Ears standing at attention, Irving gave a small "ooh" and quickly handed the prized bottle to TIGA. Grinning, the nake wolfess snapped it open and took a swift, long draft, the hot, spiced liquid burning her lips.

She let out a pleasant 'aaaah.' "Damn fine stuff. LIN must be beside herself."

The shepherd couldn't hold back a grin. "Oh thank you, thank you. Personal recipe. I know I can get the brand stuff, but those import prices from all the way out past the Dead West? Murder. I mean, I've got a few special ones. Blackvein, Old Wesker, Miss Ruby, but you have to improvise too, you know?"

The large wolfess tossed the following hound a glance. "All too well, mister Irving."

She took another swig, but this time, let the tip labor on her lips a moment. She closed her eyes and pursed maw around the edge, nursing it with a suckle, long flat tongue flicking out to sap away at the drops of precious liquid. She let off another sated gasp, smacking the bottle end against her lips a few times. She knew the hound was watching.

As the facility grew closer, she made it a point to walk ahead, tossing her hips in slow, exaggerated motions. Part of her couldn't help but entice the eyes she knew were wandering.

"It must be killing you," TIGA would finally say, the pair coming to one of the fenced entry points of Midgard.

"Pardon?"

Two guards, other wolves - though clothed - gave TIGA an immediate salute as the entrance point rolled open, allowing both to enter.

The Pack Leader gestured about. "Oh this. All this. Naked wolves prancing around. Everywhere you turn a pair of tits bigger than your head is walking by. Had your eyes on my ass on the way back. Driving you crazy, isn't it?"

TIGA stopped, looking back to the nonplussed hound. Surrounding them was indeed the camp, layered with open areas and facility buildings buried deep in the ground, hosting barracks full of Wolf Sisters and armaments. Every which way a pair of wolf girls, some bare, some barely clothed, waltzed about, a raucous of exciting chatter erupting from them.

Taken aback, Irving only stared.

"I'm sorry, I don't. . . follow?" he said, uncertain.

"You don't?"

A head tilt. "You don't have to play the daft one with me, mister Irving. Instinct is only natural. We can, after all, smell it on you. You've been here for almost a month now. That's a long time to be surrounded by potential mates and not do a damn thing about it."

Irving coughed. The words rolled over him, TIGA smirking, continuing forward. This was some kind of joke, wasn't it?

"Wha- hey, hold on now!" he said, jogging behind her. "Look, miss TI-"

"Pack Leader TIGA, hound."

He cleared his throat. "Er, yes, sorry. Pack Leader TIGA, I don't. . . I don't know what you think, but I'm. That's not. No! That's not professional. I'm here to do a job, I have no interest in breeding with your soldiers and. . ."

He trailed off, flushing.

TIGA chuckled roughly. "Breeding is an interesting word choice, mister Irving."

In hand, she took one last swig of the spiced wine, draining its contents and offering a pleased shiver. The veteran hound rubbed his head, nonplussed. Around him, other wolves walked by, immense womanly bodies bouncing gingerly with each step, hips tossing, tails wiggling.

He grumbled. "Look, I admit things are a little obvious around here but, it doesn't mean I have act the fool. I'm here for a job, that's all."

It was here TIGA stopped. She was - for all intents and purposes - at the camp center, where any direction would lead to a separate building. Once more, her form came around to gaze at the hound with an expression of intrigue, fingers coming to mouth, blowing out a whistle.

There was a sudden creep of silence among the camp. At once, other Wolf Sisters cast their eyes towards TIGA, and suddenly one from the left swiftly came to the commander's side. One in military attire, she was handed the empty bottle. Another on TIGA's right soon approached, and the pale-blonde wolfess handed over her anti-armor rifle.

Irving looked about with some confusion. His tail wagged with concern, as the realization of him being surrounded set upon the veteran dog. He watched TIGA curiously, wondering.

"I don't know that I care for liars, mister Irving. Honesty is part of a functional unit," imposed the large wolfess.

In a circle, there soon were many wolfess soldiers, all of various fur patterns and hues, some with obvious augmentations and some fresh out of Facility Nineteen training. But they had heard their Pack Leader call, they knew something was important. They were also staring at the hound with a. . . voracious look.

Irving felt alarmed. He was starting to think things were about to go south, fast.

"I'm not lying!" he replied defensively. TIGA clicked her tongue.

The commanding wolfess looked about to the surrounding girls. She pointed to one, gesturing to come hither, free hand on hip.

"You stick to your guns, I'll give you that, mister Irving. Respectable."

One of curious wolf sisters, one of reddish fur and wide blue eyes, stepped next to her commander. Like TIGA, she was without attire, busty and curved like the rest, looking from hound to leader. Irving watched as well, unclear of the commander's motives.

TIGA leaned to mutter something to the soldier, and her ears perked. A hand came to lips, stifling a giggle, cheeks flushing.

Then, with a motion Irving did not expect, the newcomer bent herself. Haunches went on display as the soldier Sister tossed her rump into the air, exposed, showing off her soft, welcoming nethers. Tail lifted and hips wiggled, the onlookers rumbling with sudden excitement and heady barks, TIGA grinning as the motion carried on.

The Pack Leader chastised the soldier's rump with gentle squeezes and strokes, spreading the ample rump to showcase the goods within.

"You can honestly say you don't want to bed my poor girl here? You're the only stud for miles, and they're getting restless you know. But there you stand, telling me with a straight face none of these ladies interest you?"

At this point, Irving was stunned. Fear transformed to shock, then to mild embarrassment, then. . . to arousal.

"I never. . . said that," he answered lowly, his eyes locked on the wiggling wolfess, her soft cleft moist with desire.

The reddish furred wolfess was gazing back with desirous glances, hips spread farther. She went to all fours this time, sashaying her hips, biting on canid lips, the potential for a firm, warm cock to fill the void of desirous tunnel becoming overwhelming.

TIGA chuckled. "Is that so? And what about me, mister Irving? I can't imagine you've been having wholesome thoughts about the Pack Leader this entire stay? What have they been? Bending me over a table and fucking into the night? Getting me to beg? Sneaking over to my quarters at night?"

The Wolf Sisters heard this, chattered with woops and howls, some laughing, some watching their wiggling sister, all realizing what was on the menu.

Irving growled a bit. "Why are you asking me this? What are you doing?"

TIGA's head tilted once more, searing eyes of gold glinting with desire.

"Because, hound, the Pack Leader gets first go."

She gestured again, forcing her soldier on the side to stand. The reddish wolfess ceased her actions, silently whining, as the commanding huntress abruptly stepped forward. Her subordinates gave a gasp as, in a moment's notice, she went to the confused male, only to swing to knees and forcefully pull away his tethers, yanking down formal suit pants.

"Wait WH-"

The veteran hound felt his breath catch as lower tethers were exposed to the chilly seasonal air, briefs remaining but guarding his soft - yet thickening - malehood. TIGA gazed at the loins like a predator fresh on its prey, chops licking, the surrounding wolves whimpering as they saw potential satisfaction a few feet away.

"Hahah, well now. What do we have here?" TIGA intoned, looking up to the hound, feeling his nethers behind thin undergarments. The male shuddered, body rigid, his testes rumbling and - despite the cold - length growing hot.

"What are you do- TIGA hold on this isn't. . ." Irving protested, though part of him wasn't entirely sure why.

The commanding wolf growled, pulling down his briefs, exposing ebon flesh to the Midgard gathering.

"Pack. Commander. TIGA," she bristled, hand greedily, though carefully, gripping the exposed houndcock as it sprang free, fat, veiny girth twitching with growing stiffness.

"Aggggh god," the shepherd groaned, tip leaking with pre as desperate satisfaction was finally met.

"Godfuckdamn," he continued, muttering through teeth. "You wolves are such a fucking tease!"

The surrounding pack cooed with lust. Suddenly, there was meat on the table. The source of the cock drizzled from the mind, but wily, supercharged instincts were wound to eleven, and this was sending them over the edge.

TIGA was satisfied letting them stew in their want. "Well, well, look who came to dinner?" she chided.

Despite her position as leader wolf, TIGA had needs. Her hand glided over the plump cock with long, steady strokes, enticing the flesh with soft, silky grip, her muscled arms working in smooth motions as she squeezed the tip with palm, then dove to hearth, looking up to the grumbling dog, monitoring his reaction.

All the nuance of resistance faded, Irving's hands shaking and head craned as his ebon flesh hardened under the assault of groping digits. They twirled and swerved around his veiny flank, pumping it to full salute, surrounding squad of wolves glaring with intent, TIGA smirking with satisfaction as she had the hound at full arousal.

"Nmmf," he groaned out, briefly looking down to see the larger huntress serving his cock with hands, "Where'd all this come from? Could've used it first weekend in. . ."

The wolfess' ears twitched. "That's more like it. Stripped down and reduced to your primal instincts, like the rest of us. I'll not have deception in my ranks, hound."

As the pale blonde wolfess continue her actions, some of the others were not so content to watch. They began to break rank, coming closer. One of them tumbled over to the pairing, going to all fours, pushing her rump into view next to TIGA, whimpering with want.

TIGA noticed, but did not indulge them. Irving, however, was quick to notice the desperate approach of various wolfess soldiers, all submitting to instinct. For some it might have been the first time they'd seen a malehood with enough stamina to 'support' them all.

The Pack Leader remained calm. "A lot of takers, mister Irving. And you see how honest my girls are? Look at this one," she said, patting the thick rump of the wolfess next to her.

TIGA nudged the ebon cock, directing it so that it was but a few inches away from the trembling tunnel presented to him. Doggish urges had his hips move a bit, but TIGA allowed no such coupling. The wolfess whined, and others let off furious barks.

"So close, aren't you?" imposed the wolfess. "Only an inch away from getting one of my girls. Oh and she's young and ripe, too, mister Irving. Don't think she's ever bed anyone. Wouldn't that be nice, to be her first?"

TIGA laughed, as the hound started to growl.

"Fucking fuck, you've got me to my nethers, the fuck are you doing!"

Ignoring him, the commander leaned to kiss and nuzzle the wiggling wolf, enticing a cry from the recruit.

Her gaze returned to the hound, still at knees. "Asserting my position, hound."

Her lips came to the tip of shaft, but did not touch. She breathed on it, licking her chops, absorbing the scent of veteran hound.

"You've got a nice, fat cock, hound. And it's all mine."

Some of the others approached even closer, voicing their dissent.

"This isn't fair! This isn't fair!" one shouted.

"I want him first!" another yelled.

The one on all fours glanced back, noting her nethers had been shunned. "Oh please commander! I need it!"

At this, TIGA growled. "Now listen, all of you!" she suddenly snapped.

"This cock. . ." her lips pressed forward, and suddenly, maw engulfed first few inches of tip, taking a long, suckling pull, releasing it with an audible pop.

"Is mine. The rest of you pups stand aside!"

Irving let off a sated gasp, his throbbing mast springing to life with pleasure as tip felt some measure of satisfaction. Helplessly, he looked about to the other pining soldiers, a sea of hunting eyes squarely set on the meat their alpha held possessively. But not a single one dared cross TIGA.

There was still plenty of retaliatory chatters and moans through clenched teeth. Every wolf wanted something, but it was clear their Pack Leader was intent on keeping the hound to herself.

Irving flinched. "Gggr, you're a greedy bitch," he said. He could smell all the arousal from every girl - they were as desperate as he for some satisfaction.

TIGA's eyes darkened. "That's quite a mouth, hound."

Suddenly, she shoved the Shepherd to his backside. With a loud thud and gasping 'oof,' he hit the dirt ground, as the immense wolfess crawled over him.

For a moment, Irving saw only the pale grey sky, before immense wolfess came into view, her thick, sumptuous breasts tossing together, dancing with gravity's ploys, as she looked down on him.

"Easy for dogs to stick their dicks in something. It's another entirely to use their big fat muzzles to good work. Let's see how you fare."

Irving was unclear of what the wolfess meant. But, it was apparent just how much larger she was than him, and he realized, he was at her mercy.

She quickly used her newfound position. Abruptly, TIGA pressed her hips over the hound's maw, as her exposed cleft encompassed his muzzle. He let off a sudden 'GMMF' as thighs wrapped around head, the wolfess beginning to swerve and grind her hips upon the Shepherd's chops.

Her womanly muff and matured wolfhood sat on him, and then he realized her demand. Cock still twitching, though no longer in view, the Outpost watched in ecstasy as the loyal dog began to lap furiously against the folds of the Pack Leader.

TIGA released a satisfied, hushed moan as Irving suckled and kissed - to the best of his ability from position - upon TIGA's nethers. Tongue rolled over vaginal lips then dove into tunnel, his body thrilled as realization hit him: he was tasting the essence of the Pack Leader TIGA.

"Mmm, that's good hound, very good," said the wolfess, rolling her curvy hips across the dog's maw, the exploring rug licking furiously on moist snatch as his arms instinctively clung to hips. His face blushed, sipping in what breaths he could through nose, groaning and mumbling himself as he did everything to pay penance to pussy.

For a while, TIGA was content to push her nethers into the hound, letting the loyal beast service with newfound enthusiasm. But, this was only the appetizer.

She finally lifted away from the actions of the Shepherd, as he gulped down a few breaths. His face was hot, his flesh searing, and the scent of wolf combined with nuzzling her silky snatch had only ignited his desires further.

"What a good soldier," TIGA intoned, pressed her thick, heavy haunches into his waist, allowing his tall, fat pole to sink between the split of her rear.

The crowd of wolfess soldiers yelped, as they could only watch their leader prepare to take the ebon flesh for herself. Many pouted, others stamped their feet.

"Please don't break him! Please!" one begged.

It dawned on Irving what was happening. He gazed up, the blissful figure of larger wolfess looming over him, her heavy bosoms larger than his head, her hips overshadowing his loins and a rump of soft, bouncing comfort. Then, he realized, this was a killing machine about to mount him, a body of delicate, sinewy muscle and bio-mechanical augments which could shear steel like butter.

"If I die fucking you, I'll know I'm in heaven," he muttered out, half serious.

The pairing gasped. TIGA had placed her warm, welcoming lower lips to the crown of the hound's immense cock.

"Oooh," TIGA shuddered. "Tried and tested in Midgard, hound. Let's see what you've got with that big cock of yours."

Slowly, she sank. With a low howl, TIGA's hips sank upon every inch of the solid prick, the rock hard ebon flesh diving into the deep folds of her hot wolfhood. The surrounding crowd of wolfess soldiers gasped, gazes locked onto the coupling of hips, coming closer.

"OhFUCK," Irving hissed, the whole of himself hilted deep inside the powerful wolfess. One hand clung to her thigh desperately, neck craned once more as he felt himself wriggle inside the massive Pack Leader.

She sat, clenching thighs, squeezing the pole with her nethers, drilled with warm as her moist, sodden lips wrapped snuggly about the inches. The rest of the wolves gazed with envious eyes, watching as their leader took the ebon flesh, tails wagging with anxious lust.

"Nnmf, let's hope you don't break easy, hound," TIGA added, raising her fat, full rump, vaginal walls holding snug. The flesh dribbled with sex and pre, and the cool air tickled the pairings genitals.

Then she sank, but this time harder. There was a loud, audible clap as supple wide rear clapped upon sturdy dog, rippling with jubilation. Heavy, frothing breasts tossed as well, and Irving let off a deep growl as he felt the larger wolfess tax his cock for pleasure.

He looked, other free hand greedily snagging to breast, fumbling about with the enormous sac as stiff nipple ran through his fingers. The wolfess of pale-blonde allowed this, her sloshing, milky breast plump but resistant, a reminder of the woman within the beast.

"Big titted Valkyrie," Irving said with a wince, doggish antics taking rein of his mind, desperately bucking himself into the hot tunnel so lavishly wrapped about his length.

As if to retaliate, TIGA let her rump fall again, but this time harder. Smack of flesh and fur emanated from the motion, causing them to groan.

She leaned, nose to nose with the Shephard. "Let's hope this cock of yours isn't all show," she challenged.

Then came her assault.

Hips began a steady, rhythmic motion of heavy, rabid bounces. Squishy, plump cheeks wobbled with excited fleshly jubilations with each strike while breast heaved mercilessly under grip of dog hand. Irving moaned and whimpered as his loins were abruptly struck with a battering ram of bounces, TIGA tossing herself in rises and crashes on his impressive flesh.

Out from the muzzle of the wolfess came steady, reserved moans, her face flushing with eat as she held the ground, digging into claws. And then the dog realized, she was testing him.

"Nnnnngg! Notsofast!" he shot back.

To his best attempt, the hound began to slam his hips upward in response to her hips. Bounce met with thrust, as he banged away with hammering drives, demonstrating his endurance. This caused a slowdown from TIGA, who looked at him with a heady, quirked brow.

"Trying your damndest, are we? Well then. Don't disappoint me."

With a huff, Irving released his grasp and locked on to her thighs, digits caressing through the masculine flesh. He slammed upward, regardless of the ground's discomfort, causing a little bounce from the immense wolfess.

She grinned, leaning back, craning her neck and letting arms rest earth, eyes wound shut and muzzle pulled with pleasure. All the pack watched on, gasping as they saw the immense cocking pounding into pussy lips, the slick slosh of nectar and pre pooling around their loins. Now, TIGA was along for the ride, swerving and rotating her hips with the hammering strokes of ebon cock.

"Nnnnyes, just like that hound, just like that," muttered the massive huntress.

Not to be outdone, Irving maintained pace doing everything he could to thrust into the demanding, awaiting channel. Her breasts tossed and smacked together with each motion, subtle applause from his actions, while the large wolfess whined with approval.

But, it was not forever. The Pack Leader took control once more.

She curled over the veteran dog, hissing. "Time to fuck you for all you're worth, mister Irving."

He let off a surprised gasp, feeling his testes churn and tip bristle with need. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out.

But TIGA was relentless. This time, a furious array of hip smacks and bounces came down like a storm upon his length.

"Fuckfuckfuck," TIGA moaned through clenched teeth, her face a vicious sprawl of a hungry leader.

Irving could only hold on for life as he desperately held himself on her thighs, crying out with pleased gasps as the silky, sodden wolfhood choked with cock with continuous rises and falls. Each clap of hips rumbled the ground, and Irving could swear he felt the earth crack around them.

"I can't!" he spat out. "Can'tcan'tcan't!"

It was impossible for him to hold himself unreleased any longer. A sudden burst of white, hot issue flooded from his tip and sieged the womanly woman, ropes of seething white soaking her grinding honey pot as the growling wolfess took every last drop.

"That's right!" she barked, as the entourage of surrounding soldiers howled and yipped, watching a flood of ooze pour out from the pair of humping canids.

"Give me all you've got, hound!"

Irving clenched his eyes, sputtering through twitches and writhing motions, clamping on the wolf's haunches as he squeezed and banged every last bit of issue into the humping wolfess. Eventually, she sat firm on the dog's waist, clenched legs gripping the hot ebon length, a warm fullness emanating between thighs.

Irving lied limp, depleted, taking in gulps of air as the mounting wolfess wriggled herself slowly before lifting away, a stream of seed dripping from her snatch. She stood, panting herself, though it was clear little could dent her own stamina.

The wolfess watched carefully, the black rod still proudly hard and erect, though Irving looked thoroughly fatigued.

"Impressive, mister Irving," TIGA said, crossing her arms. "I think the meat is firm enough. What say the rest of you girls?"

The hound opened his eyes, struggling to get up. A hand raised. "W-wait, hang on, I need a breather, I need. . . a drink, something!"

"Fuck that!" one of the watching wolves protested.

"He's mine next!" another yelled.

TIGA only grinned. "You should know better, mister Irving. When the wolves come to Midgard, they come as beasts. Don't keep them waiting."

With a defeated, hapless stare, the hound looked about to the many needy, large wolves. Fuck, he thought.

"Fuck," he said. "I'm not drunk enough for this."