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Winter's wind flys snow

Blinding skeletal branches

A canvas for Spring

The road was lined by barren trees whose dormant branches glimmered with the shine of morning sun. The dark bark coated in the glass of freezing fog that covered even the humblest of bushes. The fallen leaves had been turned to slush as the ice crystals cut away at their dying cells well on their way to serve as nutrition in spring. The roads were salted, gritted, and groaned while tires rolled over their surface. A sloppy, sloshy, noise instead of the crisp, high pitched, hum of summer. Tucker was no stranger to slush as he drove the familiar and secluded farm road to his uncle's cabin.

Tucker's winter jacket was open to expose his long sleeved shirt beneath; heat on high that his body enjoyed to no end. His truck bounced as the road became rougher and less maintained; shocks squeaked while his cargo shifted and clattered against each other. His rifle case secured in the truck bed along with his other gear. He sighed and hummed with a smile as he remembered being sat on the passenger side. The smell of cigar smoke soaked into the upholstery, clothes, and fur. His uncle talked at length about a kill he made the year prior; now it was years later.

Many things had changed since he was a wide eyed, free spirited, boy ready to explore the world outside of the shadow of his parents. Emerald eyes glanced at his dashboard and regarded the pictures of both a young coyote woman and a wolf. It brought a small smile to his face to see that picture while he drove on roads he had never planned to see again. Yet he felt a call to the wild, it helped that his uncle had contacted him and invited him out.

The truck slowed as the coyote's green eyes watched the turn approach and eased his truck off the road and onto an unpaved drive. The coyote reached forward and switched his drive to all wheel and slowly began to navigate the frost and ice covered earth. The path jostled the truck and at times he was simply out of his seat. The forest became thicker the deeper he drove and he began to see signs of life. A few birds danced among the trees while a rabbit darted among the underbrush. His body was allowed a brief relief as the road flattened out beneath snow tires.

The coyote slammed on the breaks, truck slid to a stop in the muddy soil, just barely avoiding deer that hastily crossed his path.

Tucker cursed, "gah, do you have a death wish?"

The coyote scowl dissolved with a huff left with only the sensation of relief. Tucker took a moment to look at where the deer had run off to and could see them between thick trunks. A buck, larger than the others, stood among them; antlers stained dark at the tips. Tucker squinted his eyes to try and get a better look. Among his blurred vision the image of deer morphed into figures that stood on two legs. One ear stood up while another flicked to its side when he finally focused on the grouping. Indeed the buck's antlers were tainted with blood, the blood of what the coyote couldn't tell. Only a hint of grey could be seen between the trees, the back paws of a canine laid against frozen leaves. Left to his imagination, the coyote decided to continue his drive instead of seeking out confirmation of his mind's creation.

"Tsk, I've been driving too long." Tucker thought to himself and felt the creeps of being bummed out.

A few minutes passed before the coyote's truck rolled onto a gravel pad. The stones crackled and crunched beneath the weight while the coyote navigated to a parking spot in front of the family cabin. Tim stood on the porch, a cigar in one hand, and a steaming mug in the other. The wolf's arctic eyes pierced through the morning sun; the coyote could see their gaze on him.

Tucker shut the truck door, the metallic thud did not echo, muffled by the thick forest that surrounded the secluded cabin.

"Here I thought I'd beat ya to the cabin." Tucker said while the wolf approached.

Tim chuckled with a hint of a growl, "the day you beat me to the wild is the day I have died."

The two embraced each other in a tight hug before Tim opened their bodies with a pat to Tucker's shoulders. The wolf peered over the truck's bed and took a visual inventory of everything he had brought.

"I'd ask if you remembered the tent but it looks like you bought the entire store." Tim said while his tail swayed behind him.

Tucker huffed and smiled, "you never know what you might need. Rather be prepared than underprepared."

The coyote watched while Tim moved to the back of the truck and let himself into the bed. Tailgate lowered before his uncle scrambled onto it. With careful steps, his eyes studied all of the gear he had brought and turned a few hard cases over. Tucker felt the chill bite him through his shirt and zipped up his jacket to his collarbone.

"Well, least you got the most important thing." Tim said while he detached the anchors around the rifle case. "Wouldn't be much of a hunt if we only had one rifle, aye?"

Tucker nodded his head and tucked his hands into his jacket pockets while his uncle pulled the rifle free. Boots landed with a crunch, the truck's shocks squeaked, when Tim's weight suddenly left it.

"Nimble as ever." Tucker said.

Tim smiled wide, his tail swayed in a wider arc, "might be old but the lube on my joints haven't frozen up yet."

"Speaking of freezing up, mind if we get inside? I didn't dress properly to be out too long." Tucker said.

"Same mistake ya made all those years ago huh? Guess you can't teach a young dog or an old dog new tricks." Tim said and added a hearty laugh.

Tucker huffed when Tim's hand landed on his shoulder and massaged. "Yeah yeah, I think you said that last time too. You getting senile on me?"

"Watch it boy." Tim growled with a smile.

Tucker's tail moved more vigorously compared to the wolf while they approached the cabin. As soon as the thick door closed and locked out the morning air Tucker and Tim both stripped and hung their jackets. Tucker began to remove his boots before he noticed Tim's scent in his nose. It wasn't muffled by cotton like his own, but free, and when his eyes looked at his uncle's torso his brows raised.

"You don't wear anything beneath your jacket?" the coyote said.

Tim's ears perked and he looked at the coyote before he smiled, "yeah. Don't need it. The winter coat comes in like clockwork--"

"Lucky bastard." Tucker grumbled.

"Ha! Not when your job is in a hot climate. Only reason why I save up all of my vacation time. When the geese are migrating to the city I'm headed in the opposite direction." Tim reached over and gripped Tucker's wrists. A finger smoothed through his short fur, "seems you don't get the same luxury huh?"

Tucker eyed his uncle's hand for a moment before he slid it free to sit on the floor. Tim followed with a smile and they both began to unlace their boots, the coyote's ears flicked back and forth. Tim sighed as his foot was released, the thick socks concealed stiff joints that popped and cracked when he flexed them. Both feet were clear and he settled on the floor for a moment. Eyes on his uncle who whistled while he worked. An amulet hung from his neck, he hadn't noticed it before, the decorative laces were concealed by fluffy, white, fur.

"That a native charm?" Tucker asked.

Tim smiled and said, "yes. Your mother made it as a gift. One of the last gifts she gave me before she passed on." Tim showed the pendant off some, an opal stone encased in grapevine. "I'm sure she'd make one for you too."

"Kinda hard now I'd gather. Well unless she is a zombie with emotion." the coyote said with a force laugh.

"Aye, indeed it would be a difficult task now. But you know my sister better than me. When she's got her mind set on something, she'll take it." Tim said before he stood and extended a hand. "Think ya want to find a spot softer than wood to sit on?"

"Tsk, read my mind." Tucker said and took the offered hand.

Tucker didn't need to move much as Tim hoisted him to his feet. The coyote's ears folded against his head when his feet fell in place beneath him.

"Good lord uncle, have ya been working out?"

Tim chuckled at the surprised look, "like I said, I might be old, but I'm still useful for something."

"Yeah, just remind me not to--yip."

Tucker had begun but was cut off when his uncle lunged at him and easily hoisted him over his shoulder. The coyote grumbled while his uncle locked his body and began to walk to the couch.

"Remind you to what? Not wrestle with me anymore?" Tim chuckled and chucked Tucker onto the couch, "I was stronger than you as a pup, that didn't seem to stop you then."

Tim looked up at his uncle while those blue eyes looked down at him. That playfulness in his gaze reminded him of a pup eager to play and tackle life head on. Tucker felt himself grow to the challenge, ears raised and alert. He turned on his bottom and stood quickly before he growled and tackled the wolf. Dual grunts puffed from their snouts when their bodies collapsed onto the floor. Although Tucker was smaller than Tim, he held his own and locked his uncle in various ways. Their match and power were exchanged back and forth, wolf pinned coyote and coyote pinned wolf. Tim whoever caught on to Tucker's tricks and outwitted him finally pinning Tucker on his back.

Both men's breath puffed while they caught their breaths. Tim sat straddled and locked with Tucker, elbows pushed beneath the weight of the wolf's body. Blue eyes met green and remained locked with each other. Tucker's ears began to lower, on his back, he felt vulnerable and submissive to his uncle. Their crotches were near each other and while his uncle adjusted his position Tucker became aware of his erection. His sheath swollen and pressed tight against his denim jeans. The realization was enough to make Tucker's eyes fall away from his uncle.

"Do ya give Tuck?" Tim asked.

Tucker huffed and let his head fall to the ground, arousal pushed to the side, "yeah I give. Damn, you sure ya didn't wrestle in college? Our team could have used you as a coach."

"Ha, me as a coach. How rich!" Tim wagged and smiled before he released Tucker. "I'd prefer to keep my secrets within the family."

Tucker smiled back while the wolf stood. His eyes and nose caught a scent on his uncle, excited arousal only confirmed by a tight bulge beneath brown, leather, pants. The wolf's tail wagged excitedly as his hand was offered to him again. When he grasped it, he was tugged into the wolf's chests. Those arms wrapped around the coyote's torso in a warm, tight, hug. The coyote returned it, fingers sunk into the soft, white, pelt. Tim huffed and nuzzled Tucker affectionately before he released and stepped back. The wolf didn't acknowledge the excitement in his pants and even seemed to display his bulge with a stretch of his back.

"Glad to see ya here again, I'm sure your father would be glad to see you here too. Wasn't sure if you'd still be interested in coming out this way ever since the incident." Tim smiled and patted the coyote's shoulder, "add a couple more logs to the fire while I go get us a drink. Hope ya still drink wine."

"Tsk, well I figured eight years was long enough to run away. No better time than the present to honor my family." Tucker said with a sigh.

"Awooo, glad to hear that." Tim chuckled.

The coyote sat on the couch while Tim prepared their drinks. The whistle resonated throughout the cabin, a jovial tune despite the subject matter. Tucker flicked his ears at the lackadaisical nature his uncle had taken on; the knowledge of his parent's disappearance at the cabin seemed pressed from his mind.

He sighed and adjusted his erection beneath his jeans and thought, "though I suppose I can't fault you uncle. My mind seems to be on another path as well."

The two men sipped their glasses of a sweet, blush colored, wine throughout the day. Tim had hiked his way down to his small vineyard while Tucker remained at the cabin. An axe in hand that was swung to cut through logs. It split wood with a clatter that bounced and echoed off the walls of the cabin. He remembered the first time he was given an axe, though it was much smaller along the lines of a hatchet. The wolf would split the logs initially and then Tucker would split them further.

But now he was given the axe and the task to split the logs in full. The task continued without incident, however Tucker began to feel as if he were not alone; unseen eyes on him. Like a chill that had passed through the layers of clothing to touch the nerves directly; his fur raised. He was pulled toward the forest line, eyes scanned the bare trunks for something unknown. Movement, emerald eyes darted toward the base of the tree line and caught sight of an orange tuft. A coyote and wolf stood next to each other and peered at Tucker from a distance. Their eyes pierced through the soft shadows of the forest while the sun's diffused light fell across their snouts.

Tucker remained stationary as more eyes appeared in the forest, the coywolves looked at the coyote for a moment before they turned their attention to each other. They yipped while the two adults kept their watchful eyes on Tucker. The coyote didn't move for a moment as he assessed the situation. Those wild eyes felt familiar as they peered through his body, mind, and soul. Minutes passed while the pups continued their play, the adults had since laid down in the light. Tucker's heart calmed when he felt no threat with the small pack of hybrids. One ear on the pack while his eyes were on wood and axe; he continued to chop. Ears were perked and alert while he heard low growls, yips, and barks among the crackle of leaves and twigs.

The blanket grey of clouds above began to fall like ash from a fire and brought with it a chill that burned like flame. At least burned the coyote's nose when a flake landed on the tip of the of his snout. Tim flicked the flakes from his head before he flicked up the hood of his jacket. Ears tucked themselves into the warmth and twitched whenever the sensitive fur touched the warm surface.

"Shit, better hurry." he said.

Eyes flicked up toward the forest and found the pack had moved on without him noticing. The last of the logs to be split sat in a pile next to him and began to gather snow on their rough surface. Thunk went the axe along with the muffled clatter of the wood over icy crystals. He looked at the halves before he heard the crackle of ice behind him. Head turned to look behind and was greeted with nothing but snow. It fell thicker by the minute, the rustling of each crystal muffled out the rest of the sounds.

Tucker jumped and spun his head around, fur raised beneath his jacket, when he felt the vibration of feet pass behind him. Boots left the ground as he felt the same vibration come from his front, an unseen presence surrounded him. Eyes focused on the snowy ground and noticed pawprints had formed in the whitening surface. He spun in place and found more of the same prints had circled his body, the prints manifested out of the thin air. A gust of wind bit his nose and caused his head to turn away from the prints and toward the forest.

Eyes looked ahead at the virgin, white, blanket, and found it sullied by the tracks of an animal as well. Though he should have felt fear a part of his mind felt comfort along with a compelling draw to follow. Boots crunched into the snow while he followed the path and noticed the prints grew the closer he got to the forest. No longer simple paw prints, they had morphed and transitioned to a bipedal form. They walked for a few paces more before they simply vanished at the apex of the gradually curved earth. Tucker's head tilted as he approached and stood in the prints partially obstructed by new snow. He looked up and could see his Tim stood at the center of his small vineyard; but not alone.

Although they were still a distance away, Tucker could see what looked like black fur behind Tim. Arms wrapped around his chest while their hips shifted back and forth. The motion and position suggested sex it wasn't until Tim's white body fell forward onto the grape racks that there were no doubts in his mind. A black wolf's hands clutched his uncle's hips and pulled him back against the thrusting. Tucker blushed at the image and turned to head back toward the cabin.

It was a short walk, shorter than he thought, mind lost in its own thoughts. The warmth of the cabin met his body as soon as his jacket was removed and hung. Pants stripped as well to leave the coyote in a set of thermal underwear. The crotch of the white, onesie-like underwear was tented prominently, a spec of pre at the tip. Tucker's ears perked when he heard someone huff.

"Hello?" he said and approached the couch in front of the fireplace.

"Hello, sorry I let myself in. Snow caught me off guard." a grey wolf said.

Tucker's brow raised as he rounded the couch and could see the other man laid out on their couch. It wasn't unusual to have visitors, heck his uncle always kept the cabin unlocked for that reason. Getting caught in the wilderness could be a dangerous ordeal. But what surprised the coyote was the naked state the wolf was in.

"Do you always hike the woods naked?" Tucker grumbled. "Seems like you're asking for trouble if you do."

The wolf sat up and swiveled around to plant his feet, "oh I forgot about that. Just feels natural to be naked." The stranger flicked his head to the fireplace, wet clothing drying by the flames, "my name's Sequoia. Friends with Tim, live about seven miles away from here."

The wolf's demeanor helped put Tucker at ease, the coyote flopped in his thermals against the opposite armrest.

"Well if yer a friend of my uncle, I'm sure he won't mind ya here. My name is Tucker." he said.

The wolf leaned over and chuckled patting Tucker's shoulder, "nice to meet you. Didn't expect Tim to have a nephew over. He is a wonderful man, a bit traditional, but a well liked man."

Tucker smiled at the wolf and sat straight after the wolf patted his body. He felt warmth roll through him as the wolf's touch reminded him of his father's. The wolf noticed this and allowed his hand to linger on the coyote's shoulder. A gentle massage to sore muscles that soon led to a massage at his nape.

"Mmm," the coyote rumbled and turned slightly to allow the other man to continue the offered massage. "Yeah, he's always been my favorite uncle. Taught me a lot about what I know of nature and what not. Mom always called him a hippie." Tucker said with a chuckle.

"Ha, well he is in a lot of ways." Sequoia said in agreement. "Care if I get closer to ya. Arms starting to get tired."

"Not at all, I don't mind. Chopping wood is a workout I don't usually have the luxury of experiencing." he said.

The wolf slid closer to the coyote and turned to face the other's back. Both hands landed on the back and began to rub. Tucker sighed and relaxed with a hunched posture, reveling in the finger's firm but gentle massage. His tail stilled against the cushion while ears stood erect. That warmth of the wolf's touch continued to fill his body and loosen his inhibitions to the stranger.

"Sequoia, how long have you known my Tim?"

"I think it is about twenty years now." Sequoia's hands danced across his back until they moved over shoulders and to his chest. "Why?"

Tucker's ears furrowed initially as those hands rubbed against his chest, the image of his uncle still fresh in his mind. He didn't stop the wolf and even found himself relaxed against the wolf's chest. Soft fur trapped the heat of their bodies between them while grey hands worked his chest.

"Just curious is all." Tucker said before he added, "has he, seen anyone over the years? A steady relationship I mean."

The grey wolf chuckled while his massages dissolved into soft rubs along his front. "Why, does he catch your eye or something?" The wolf teased before he added, "I've never known him to stick with one person, no. Your uncle is wild and untamed, his soul would feel restless if he were tied to monogamy."

Tucker huffed and snickered, "yeah I guess you're right. He's always been the black sheep of the family I suppose."

Tucker couldn't see it but could sense the smile on Sequoia's face. A smug, knowing, smile that made the coyote feel like a pup again; an ignorant man to his family.

"Possibly, the only sheep I see here though is the one in front of me." Sequoia said.

The coyote canted his head before he turned it around to look at the wolf, "should I be worried?"

"Goodness no, just accept it." the wolf said. Those hands had found their way to Tucker's crotch, fingers had been wrapped around his sheath for some time; though the coyote hadn't commented or made a move away from it. Too entranced and open to his pent up desires, "let your body enjoy what comes naturally to it. I'll make a wolf out of you yet."

"But I'm a coyote--"

Tucker's sentence was cut short as he felt the wolf's warm fingers had found their way into his thermals. The small buttons had been slid from their slots much like his cock had begun to slide from a sandy sheath. He felt Sequoia's body press tighter against his back, a swollen sheath pressed into the cotton covered backside. The coyote's body began to fall forward and into the wolf's grey arm that supported his chest. He began to feel the wolf's hips grind against his covered ass, dry humping and smearing a thick, heavily scented, pre into the fabric. The wolf's hands threaded through Tuckers cock and let it hang between his spread legs. It moved to the next button and slowly began to work its way up to the neck line. All the while the wolf continued his humps, hot breaths rolled against Tucker's neck.

Tucker didn't know what had come over him as the wolf molested him so openly. Never did it occur to him that he'd allow a stranger to touch him so intimately. Yet there he was while his thermals were peeled away from fur. The slight stretch of the fabric popped off his squared shoulders and revealed the tightly packed ribbons of muscles that sprawled symmetrically across his back. The subtle crackle of static tickled his flesh, fabric continued to be pulled down to his tail. This is where Sequoia paused and rumbled in approval of the strong male in front of him.

"Indeed you are a coyote, such a lithe frame, yet compact and sturdy." the wolf said. Sequoia slid his snout through Tucker's neck fur and took in the scent, savored it, licked it, "but no matter your outward appearance, you have a wolf in you."

Tucker moaned a feminine whine which caused Sequoia to growl and grip Tucker's nape. A sharp tug backward pressed the coyote's head next to the wolf's. Tucker growled and wiggled expecting the wolf to further attack, but when he felt the wolf's broad tongue tickle his chin he relaxed.

"Don't ever make that noise again. I wanna hear ya growl and grunt while I split your body, Tucker." the wolf said.

Sequoia's jaws opened and clamped a thick patch of Tucker's neck flesh, holding the man steady while his hands continued to peel those thermals free. The wolf gnawed on flesh while his drool began to coat Tucker's neck. Held like a puppy, his growls began to grow again. Not because of the humiliation but the anticipation of what was to come. It wasn't often he bent over for men, but the wolf's boldness lured him into compliance. Tucker followed the wolf as he stood and was guided toward the mantle. Sequoia's fingers explored his torso as if he owned it and tweaked hidden, erect, nipples. Those long thermals pooled around his feet, the wolf stepped on them to help the coyote to remove them fully. Tucker's fluffy tail flicked against the wolf's chest when he felt warmth nestle between his cheeks. The smear of viscous precum against his bare, pink, pucker lured the coyote to push into it.

"Relax," Sequoia hissed after he released Tucker's nape.

The grey wolf pushed Tucker further forward, the heat of the fire bathed his face and concealed the flush of arousal. Shaky hands landed on knees, bent over and presented for the wolf to take his near virgin hole. Tucker's breaths tickled the embers of the fire, logs crackled when he yelped. He felt his hole spread by the tapered length, the white tube of the wolf's sheath kissed against his pucker. Like a tongue that slips between supple lips, the wolf's red flesh sunk smoothly into Tucker's body. Their pulses meshed and merged together as if in sync in their aroused state.

A line of watery pre splashed within and across the floor, both canines panting as they reveled in the sensation. Hip against ass, the wolf remained still while he waited for the coyote to become comfortable. A broad smile on his face as grey cheeks clenched and flexed making his cock firm up in pulses. Tucker's primal grunts and shakes from each of those throbs aroused Sequoia further. Aroused him to a point of no return as one of his hands landed on Tucker's chest while the other cupped the coyote's hip bone. He drew his shaft out of the hot, tight, tunnel before it plunged forward with a swift thrust.

"Fuck." Tucker grunted.

"I can smell you," Sequoia said while he began to tug Tucker into his hastening thrusts. "All of that pre spewing from your cock. You were born for this."

Tucker's ears flicked back while instincts began to take over his body. Although he had a thick cock between his cheeks, his knot swelled within his constricting sheath and caused his hips to thrust forward. The tightened flesh against his ever growing knot milked more of his pre to paint the fireplace's frame. Tucker began to feel a swell in the wolf's shaft as well, the base stretched his hole wider and wider. The coyote's fingers scraped at his knees when Sequoia forced his torso up and away from the flames. The heat of the wolf's water pre flooded his tunnel and spread a heat throughout his body.

No words were needed while they worked against each other, to derive such bliss in each other's bodies. Claws scraped against wooden floorboards while knees bent and pressed against each other. Deep thrusts were their prefered dance that became frantic and erratic; wolf's palms pressed against the coyote's waist. Tucker's hands had reached over his head and gripped Sequoia's scruff overcome by the sensations he felt. He wasn't a virgin to being fucked but something about the smells, the force, the hot flesh, filled his body with a depth of passion unknown to him. Tucker began to bark and yelp, nose pointed to the tall ceilings. His pink shaft had deepened to a reddish purple, knot locked and filled his sheath tight. The tube rippled as the coyote's seed squirted from the tapered tip and fired wild; the splashes upon the floor audible as the flames. The scent of it was picked up by the heated updraft and surrounded the pair in an aggressive stench of primal sex.

Sequoia growled and clamped tighter, hips pressed as close as possible. A slick sound followed by the satisfied growls signaled the temporary finality of their coupling. The wolf's back arched, tail flagged, pucker clenched in hasty winks; balls tugged against his body while he filled the coyote with his wet warmth. Although Tucker was in shape, the pit of his stomach began to show a subtle swell that increased as each minute passed while locked together. The wolf had released his neck and panted next to the coyote's head; it allowed Tucker to look between his legs. His cock continued to bob in his furry prison, a murky flow of his seed continued to pulse from his body.

"I've never had an orgasm like this before." he thought, "feels, like nothing I've felt before."

It was as if each throb brought with it a wave of pleasure; a mini orgasm. It kept him between the state of initial climax and afterglow, a heightened state of pleasure; a primal climax for a coyote's return to nature. Head in the clouds, Tucker didn't realize that the wolf had begun to guide his body toward the couch. Knees gave out when he felt that knot tug his body backward onto the wolf's lap. An unnatural warmth radiated from the wolf's soft, fluff, that calmed and comforted Tucker. As the pleasure of the moment began to fade the sore swell of his ass didn't bother him.

"I, wow--"

"Shh," the wolf interrupted him.

The grey arms pressed beneath the coyote's chin and eased the head back onto the wolf's shoulder. Tucker's brows raised while he felt the brush like rakes of claws draw along his chest; they only softened as the simple touch eased him into relaxation. Eyes closed after a short while while the wolf continued to comfort his body. The warm light of the room began to fade to black, mind caught in conflict between sleep and the continuation of the pleasure. But sleep won while he remained locked and straddled.

Sequoia said with a soft voice, "I chose correctly."

The flame in the fireplace had diminished to just a few tendrils of flame that ate at the dregs of coal and ember. The window's were dim with the subtle glow of diffused, cold, light through frost encrusted glass. The howls of the wind as it whipped through tree branches were like the white noise of the city for Tucker. Bare, he slept curled up beneath a wolf's pelt, a warmth that eased the coyote through his dreams. The serenity shattered as the door flew open and knocked the shoe rack to the ground. Tucker's body bolted upright, feet scrambled for the floor. Wolf pelt tangled with his legs and with the eloquence of a raging bull, he fell flat on his face; what he lacked in grace he made up for with agility.

Fur fluffed as he scrambled to his feet and stared at the open door. Tendrils of snow flurries through the frame and wrapped around his uncle's body. His white torso covered by a black pelt that had been coated in ice.

"Hot damn, haven't seen ya move like that since High School." Tim said.

The wolf grunted and pounded his shoes into the floor to rid some of the crusted on snow. The door closed and was locked before Tim removed the pelt from his back. He reverently laid it across the back of the couch before he kicked off his boots. Although his nephew's fur had smoothed out, it was clear there was still a hint of confused panic on his snout.

"I don't think my heart has felt this way since High School." Tucker said between deep breaths. The coyote turned and flopped back into the couch, "glad to know I can still move like that."

Tim just flicked an ear while his smile broadened. The white wolf removed the rest of his clothing and walked toward the fire place. Tongue clicked as he looked at the state of the flame and quickly brought a few logs over to the dying light. Tucker had not paid attention as he sat back against the plush cushions. His gaze traveled to the fireplace where his uncle leaned over to coax the flames to the new source of food.

Those strong arms covered in fluff that concealed the hidden muscle beneath. The sturdiness of it attached to a rigid foundation of a torso. The way each roll of back muscle merged with the pair of perfectly shaped cheeks that revealed themselves whenever that tail wagged. A pair of low hanging testicles--

"Oh god, uncle you're naked." Tucker exclaimed in realization.

Tim's fur ruffled at the sudden shout before he laughed and looked over his shoulder, "I thought it was one of those kinds of parties. A nudist one considering the state yer in nephew."

The wolf flicked his snout toward Tucker whose expression was of wide eyed shock. The coyote snapped up the grey pelt and pulled it over his waist; a blush formed across his snout.

"Oh feh, it ain't like I haven't seen it before. Gotta say, you've developed well!" Tim said while he poked at some of the old logs. "Your father thought you got most of your mother's side of the family in you. I'm sure he is kicking himself now."

The frankness of the conversation did not help the coyote's blush from weigning. But what his uncle said next made his cheeks burn.

"Also smells like you either had a good time with mr. hands or you had a good dream. You're gonna have to wash that pelt when the weather gets better."

Tucker cleared his throat, although he couldn't smell the scent of the encounter he had with Sequoia, his uncle's nose picked it up right away.

"Ahem, well it was uh neither of those options really." Tucker said.

"Tsk, that is your natural scent? The girls must think you're a player." Tim teased.

The wolf ducked into the kitchen and Tucker could tell he was in the process of opening another bottle of wine.

"No! That is not what I meant either," Tucker said and looked down at the pelt that covered his lower body. "Uncle, well, you had a visitor. He called himself Sequoia--"

"Ha!" Tim's laugh echoed through the cavernous cabin. "Did he get in your pants nephew? He has a way of doing that; a talent."

"Uh, I mean, what? No, I mean yes, why are you being so open with me?" Tucker said.

"Easy there buddy, I don't wanna break your poor mind like an overworked server." Tim chuckled as he returned with two fresh glasses and an uncorked bottle. "Don't think I didn't see ya up on the hill earlier. I figure if you know that secret I may as well indulge you in the rest of it."

Tucker watched his uncle pour him a glass of wine, though this batch was thicker and a deeper burgundy color. The air was filled with the scent of berries, herbs, and spices; a spiced wine of some sort. Tim extended the glass to him which he Tucker took and sniffed it. He could catch the scent of alcohol and sugar, along with a medley of fruits and something meaty; mushroom. His uncle did not join him on the couch and instead sat in front of the fire before filling his own glass.

"Careful with this stuff Tuck, it'll knock you on your ass faster than a raging bull."

The coyote canted his head before he took a small sip of the drink. The tart and sweet liquid had no taste of alcohol and he agreed with his uncle's warning. One more sip past before he settled the glass between his fingers and looked at his uncle.

"You don't need to tell me about your partner's uncle. I don't care what gender you share your life with." Tucker began and then added, "I'm just surprised you've never mentioned it before." The coyote looked down at his glass for a moment before he smiled, "not to mention Sequoia was a good time too."

Tim laughed and slapped his knee, "oh yes. He is a rambunctious one, despite his age, he still plays like a teenager." The wolf's laughter trailed off, "how are you liking it out here? Probably won't be heading out in the morning for the hike if the snow keeps up like this."

Tucker flicked his tail as he felt his body suddenly become flush and warm; one of his legs untucked themselves from beneath the blanket.

"I figured as much. Not a big deal, I like it in the warmth anyway. I guess I never developed a good gene for a winter huh?" the coyote said with a smile.

Tim just smirked and took another sip of his drink and smacked his lips clear of the fluid. "I don't know about that. I know my coat ended up coming in later than others around me." Tim paused and looked over at his nephew who had since brought both legs out from beneath the cover of the pelt. "It keeps ya warm don't it. The wolf I got that from gave it up willingly. Want to know the story behind it?"

Tucker's ears perked at the question, though his movements were a little more sluggish. His eyes were focused on his uncle, yet he couldn't help but notice the flames saturated, orange, colors. The way they the tongues danced like silks blown in the wind entranced him for a scant moment. He took another sip of the drink but realized his glass was empty of the sweet liquid. The naked, artic, wolf sat with one arm propped on a lifted knee; foot at his crotch and cast it in shadows. Tim's eyes seemed to glow even through the brightness of the fire that burned brighter each second that passed.

"What is this drink Uncle?" Tim thought he heard himself ask.

Tim's smile flashed brilliant in the shadow of his face, "it is our family's drink. Your father drank it during his initiation, your mother drank it too. Though it didn't have quite the same effect as it had on your father. Not a blooded member and all--easy Tuck deep breaths."

"I can't see straight, I can feel my heart." Tim said between deep breaths; arms outstretched as he felt his sense of gravity shift.

Darkness consumed his vision until his own arms pierced through the inkinesss. The fire's flame behind his back illuminated his bare arms with brilliant warmth. The coyote's ears were pinned to his head in fear as he felt hands encircle his torso from behind. The scent of his uncle radiated from behind him while the wolf hugged him tight. The wolf's hands stroked his chest while he whispered in a calming voice.

"Ambrosia, takes hold of the user in different ways. The more you fight its effects the less pleasure you will feel in this sacred ritual." Tim explained.

Tucker relaxed somewhat against his uncle's chest while his disorientation began to dissolve. Anchored by his uncle's embrace, he vanquished the slight sense of nausea he felt. His head fell back, eyes focused on the shadows that danced across the ceiling.

"You should have warned me." Tucker said.

"Tsk, I would have if I knew for sure the drink would have its desired effects." Tim chuckled, "I'm pleased to announce I am no longer ignorant. Now relax and lower your head. Nothing that happens this night will hurt you, just go with the flow and forget your life in the city; for tonight it is about you."

Tim felt even more confused by his uncle's words but did as instructed and began to lower his head. He heard a flutter of fabric as his gaze lowered on the couch in front of him. He was only afforded a quick glance at what lay on the couch before a strip of fabric landed across his eyes. What he saw through his mind into turmoil, his body slumped back on the couch as if in restful sleep. At his lap where the blanket had been sat what looked like a giant, grey, wolf. Its orange eyes burned into Tim's memory as if they pierced through the blindfold. The coyote began to struggle, but his uncle wrapped his limbs arounds his frame and locked him in place.

"Easy brother," Tim said, "you will see things tonight that will fill your brain with more questions than ever. You will hear things, feel things, that will go against conventional thought of our society today. But you must trust me, all of your answers will be explained in time."

"I don't like this, please let me go." Tucker said with a hint of a whimper.

His apprehension only grew when he felt and heard the weight of the beast land on the floor. He heard the wolf's breaths puff from primal jaws and could sense his presence draw closer to him. Tim continued to keep the coyote positioned between his legs exposed and vulnerable to the beast that stood before him; unseen. Tim turned his snout up as he felt that cold nose nuzzle his chin and sniff his scent. He felt a warm, broad, tongue caress his neck and smooth his fur against his body.

Just the simple touch, a lick, felt electric through the coyote's body. It was as if his subconscious begged for more of the wolf's touch to his body. The animal answered the call and pushed a paw onto Tucker's thigh. The weight of the beast bore down on his body while that tongue began to enthusiastically lick at Tucker's black lips. The pink muscle targeted between his lips and the coyote couldn't help himself. Snout parted and allowed the wolf to lick the inside of his long, pointed, muzzle. Tucker heard his uncle chuckle and his limbs began to release his hold. The struggle in Tucker's body melted away like snow in the heat. Blind, he reached forward and felt the wolf's neck and body while their tongue met in a feral kiss.

Tucker felt the muscle beneath the fur, the same muscle that reminded him of his uncle. A strong, sturdy, alpha body yet a softness that eluded to the gentleness the beast was capable of. The wolf was the first to pull his tongue free of the coyote's snout; Tucker's head followed the wolf as long as it could. The paw left the coyote's thigh and for a moment Tucker felt lost in the darkness of blindness. He wasn't left alone for long, as his body felt a heightened to sensations around him. The crackle of the fire, the wood beneath his seat, his uncle, the wind that howled against dark windows, everything around him pulsed with unseen life. The world was alive and left Tucker feeling like a child who had learned to walk upright all over again. But most of all he could sense the wolf as if he could see him with his two eyes.

"You're going to love this my brother." Tim said while he massaged Tucker's shoulders.

"What, what do you mean--" Tuckers words tapered out to a grunted moan.

He felt his swollen sheath bathed by the heat of the wolf's tongue. The animal licked at it with a hunger and soon coaxed the coyote's tapered length out of the sheath. It felt better than a mouth, just a simple tongue, that expertly rolled his sheath down over pink flesh. As the wolf licked at his length a desire seemed to flow through his body. He acted on it and brought an arm up behind his body. When he found his uncle's head, he was surprised to feel something hard had sprouted from his head. Curiously, his fingers danced over the rough surface, a familiar sensation that invoked memories of a time with his father; antler's.

The coyote's head turned and sniffed at his uncle, that same, familiar, scent to his body. "Tim?"

Tim chuckled before he replied, "yes."

Tucker was satisfied as ever with the answer and used the massive rack in his hand to pull his uncle's snout to his own. While the wolf busily licked away at the coyote's length, Tim and Tucker locked muzzles in a deep kiss. He could sense that this pleased the wolf between his legs who had gingerly began to thread his cock into its snout. The wolf continued to guide Tucker's shaft between its lips until its nose was tucked against the folded back sheath. Like a puppy to a mother's teat, the wolf began to nurse on the coyote and drank the shots of pre-cum. Tucker's legs folded against the strong wolf's frame while he continued to suck face with his uncle.

Their tongues entwined with one another in a taboo dance. Tim's tongue felt softer than he had expected while it curled and guided him into his hot maw. Tucker took the lead and pressed their lock deeper, teeth locked and clanked against one another. He felt a heat against his side, his uncle's cock expanded and ground against his body. The pleasure of the ritual consumed both of them while the wolf feasted on the coyote's cock. When their snouts departed, their breaths continued to mix and mingle over their snouts. Tucker groaned as he felt his shaft slip free of the wolf's maw. His knot was semi formed and the red flesh jumped with each beat of his heart. Lines of pre glistened in the light while the wood soaked up the fluid; it seemed to sing merrily at the lewd display.

The wood beckoned or rather welcomed the coyote to continue to splash his prime arousal over it. A celebratory atmosphere began to form around the three as the sacred initiation continued.Tucker felt energy coarse through his body as if the surroundings were feeding his body full of desire. The coyote's triangular ears perked as he heard the wet smack of the wolf's tongue against his uncle's lips; it was his turn to chuckle. The noise seemed to break the wolves' kiss.

Tim's smile could be felt in the darkness, "I have some explaining to do now don't--"

"Get on your hands and knees uncle." Tucker said and surprised himself.

He heard the wolf bark and his uncle chuckle, "gladly brother."

Tucker slid himself backward and used the heat of the flame to gauge his placement. He leaned forward and got to his hands and knees before he sat up balanced on his knees. Tim shuffled around while the wolf's claws scratched the wooden floor with excitement. Tucker remained stationary while he heard the wet licks of the animals tongue against flesh. Then he felt it, his uncles slickened pucker hotter than any other, press against his shaft. Tucker's breaths were deeper as he felt his uncle grind against him, those padded, fluffy, cheeks consumed his arousal.

Tucker reached for his shaft and aimed it for his uncle's pucker before he leaned forward and began to press his shaft into him. Tim's hole easily yielded for the coyote who sunk himself deep into that hot tunnel of pink flesh. The coyote's hips bounced off his uncle's ass and made the wolf gasp and grunt with pleasure.

"Oh fuck, b, brother. I'm not going to last long." Tucker warned.

Tim's tail flicked against the coyote's chest, "in the wild it never really does. Show me your inner wolf."

Tucker growled and wrinkled his snout while his hands gripped the older wolf's hips. Tucker was in primal need as he began to take his uncle's ass with animalistic lust. Their balls slapped against each other while wet squelches bubbled up from bare flesh. Both family members were reduced to mere growls and grunts of pleasure while their hasty coupling took place. He didn't need to see the wolf, the scent of his pre-cum all he needed to know that his uncle enjoyed it. Tucker's posture hunched forward toward the strong back that stood beneath him, his thrusts grew stronger and deeper. Soon his arms were wrapped around the arctic wolf's chest, fingers dug deep into his uncles pectorals. He felt his knot slip into the experienced hole and slip free again. Without the need of permission, Tucker located his uncle's shoulder and bit his mouth into the fur.

When the taste of copper spread across his tongue and the howl of his uncle bombarded his senses his hips became a blur. His knot swelled quickly and locked his cock deep in his uncle's body while hot cum began to breed him. Tucker rested his entire weight across Tim's back while he felt that same explosiveness of pleasure rock through his body. It lingered like a welcomed hug just as it had earlier with Sequoia. Lust washed through him with each clench of his body, each throb of his testicles, each squirt of his cum into his uncle. The coyote didn't notice the warm licks that had begun across his taint. Tail flagged while the wolf's hungry tongue dug against his pucker.

It was only when the addition of weight over his own back that he realized what was going to happen. His arms tucked themselves around Tim's body who remained strong beneath their combined weights. The wolf's head panted next to Tucker's while the wolf's hips pressed beneath the coyote's tail. Tucker didn't question it as he felt a few jabs of the wolf's bone catch the lip of his hole before it drove forward hard and fast. The mark hit, Tucker's body held onto his uncle's for all he was worth. The coyote's green eyes were glazed with lust as the wolf's hot shaft speared him over and over. There was not pain even as he felt his hole being stretched beyond the limits.

It was nearly familiar, the pattern the wolf thrusted, the sound of the growls, distinct and familiar. With each paddling of his ass by wolf haunch, he felt a warmth spread across his body. Like a pleasurable crawl, his flesh tingled while new fur began to grow and thicken his pelt. The changes that began to manifest in Tucker's body felt like miniature orgasms that rocked his body. The green of his eyes began to bleach at the rims only to be replaced by a rich, golden, brown. The color feathered and merged in the emerald pools while his frame began to grow and thicken. The weight became too much for Tim and he collapsed to his belly. Tucker felt the sudden drop and caught himself on his elbows.

The sudden movement surprised the wolf who swiftly opened his mouth and gripped Tucker's neck. The squelch of the coyote's cock when it popped free of his uncle's hole did not compare to the sound of the wolf's knot. It plunged into his hole over and over again, dumping watery pre deeply into Tim's hole. He even began to feel a cramping deep in his stomach from the amount of liquid. But even that sensation of discomfort passed while his body absorbed what the wolf had given him so far. He heard the wolf's growls grow more aggressive and forceful while the stretch in his ass tickled the cusp of discomfort. Yet as his transformation progressed, he found his body began to push back and meet the feral's pace. It craved that fat knot that popped in and out of his pucker until it swelled too thickly. Locked behind the ring of muscle the wolf's seed began to blast into the coywolf at a vigorous pace. Tucker felt the bite grow tighter and did not suppress his need to howl.

Head turned up to the ceiling, a perfect blend of wolfish shape with the length of a coyote, Tucker's transformation had concluded with the cumming of the wolf. The bit of fabric that blinded his eyes fell free as lips parted and let a howl ring. It rattled snow from the glass and made the flames burn brighter. The logs crackled and threw embers from the inferno into the room. The glowing embers raced around the tied souls in the vague shape of several wolves as if summoned by the howl.

Tucker's head lowered as his bellow tapered off to just simple pants that mirrored the wolf on his back. The bite was firm and drew blood that had begun to soak through his fur now peppered with grey with a white underbelly. The crimson flowed and soaked his flesh from the mated bite; the stained flowed from the wolf's maw and began to mark Tucker in tribal markings. Marked just as the arctic wolf who was sat back on his rump. His legs were spread while his seed had created lines between them. His red marks were similar to Tucker's however they were being painted by ropes of seed. A black wolf stood near his uncle, ears folded back with a pleasured expression; his red shaft shot a hefty load across Tim's body. The rack of antler's the coywolf had felt earlier gripped tightly in a shadow like hand.

The coywolf felt the wolf become restless on his back and began to tug at the locked knot. Tucker relaxed his body and pushed himself forward while the wolf pulled back. The thick, knotted, shaft popped free with a squelch before a cascade of cream spilled from that gaped ass. Primal scented seed soaked the taint and plump balls that hung between the coywolf's legs. Tucker fell forward and breathed deeply overwhelmed by the sensations he felt. Every bit of wood, stone, earth, animal, ice, and more seemed to sing for him. His uncle and the black wolf looked over at Tucker with a satisfied expression. The black wolf joined his uncle on the floor and sat behind Tim like the arctic wolf had done to the coyote. Black against white, his arms wrapped and held his uncle tight to his chest.

"This feels amazing," Tucker said with a tranced out tone.

He wasn't surprised when he felt a set of arms wrap around his chest and tug him over onto his side. The familiar scent flooded his nose while he spooned in close to a grey wolf.

"I told you, I'll make a wolf out of you." Sequoia said.

Tucker huffed and tucked himself into Sequoia's embrace, "yes, yes you did; my spirit."

Tucker felt Sequoia's hands grip his body tighter while the group allowed the crackle of the flames ease them to restfulness. As morning arrived the air was still, not even the wood of the cabin creaked as the morning sun warmed it. Fire extinguished and reduced to embers that slept lazily in a bed of ash; their glows came and went as if they breathed. Tim was hugged tight to his uncle's back, his nose dug into the wolf's soft fur. Their breaths came and went in synchrony to one another. A pair of wolf pelts laid over their bodies, one grey the other black, each snuggled tight to their bodies.

The front door to the cabin silently opened and allowed a burst of the winter's breath to stir the smokey and stagnant air. As suddenly as it had opened, the door closed and latched itself. The click woke Tucker from his sleep the wolf's emerald and brown rimmed eyes stared into the pillowy fur of his uncle. Ears flicked as he peeled himself away from his uncle and slid out from beneath the pelts. Silently, he crossed the ground as if not to stir the cabin from its restfulness. The coywolf opened the door to the snowy landscape and looked down at the fresh laid snow. Paw prints led away from the wooden floor and into the front drive.

Tucker took a slow step forward and sunk his bare feet into the snow. As his feet settled themselves in the blanket of snow, he was surprised to feel warmth. It extended beyond that of just temperature; the crystals seemed to cradle his weight and fill his body with energy. Tucker began to descend the steps while he followed the pawprints into the middle of the snowy landscape. Branches hung heavy beneath the packed snow while ice coated every bit of surface around him. The sun's rays were bright against the white surface but it did not hinder his vision. His tail began to wag as it always had before, excited to be out in the snow without the comforts of clothing.

Tucker saw the prints stop at a patch of snow where a wolf had rolled around in it. Tucker's ears flicked opposite each other before he fell into the show and rolled around in it. Only comforting warmth was felt as his fur became coated in the fresh powder. A scent had been trapped among the frozen flakes one that he instantly recognized. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the clear sky.

"Sequoia, ya know me too well already." Tucker said.

"Well I mean he did fuck your soul," Tim's voice appeared next to him.

The coyote looked up at the arctic wolf who still had the outward appearance of part buck and wolf. Those red designs and figures still prominently displayed like cave paintings in his fur.

Tucker's tail was like a rudder in the snow while his legs curled and began to push his body through the snow.

"I know that now, but I didn't think a bonding would be that quick."

Tim chuckled as he watched the coyote play in the snow, "would you quit that? You might not be able to feel the cold anymore but you can still track in a mess!"

Tucker chuckled and pulled himself upright and sat, "fine fine, party pooper."

"Tsk, damn puppy." Tim grumbled, "what do you think of Sequoia? Think he'll be a good guardian spirit for you?"

"I'm sure he'll work out just fine." Tucker said and turned his head to look up at Tim, "his father seems to have taken a liking to you."

"Aha, yeah. Well it helps that he is a stud of a spirit. You should try him out sometime." Tim said and smiled, "we have a lot to teach you in the next coming days. I'm sure you'll have a chance at him at some point."

"Mmm." Tucker hummed and threw clumps of snow out in front of him. "You gonna teach me how to look like a coyote again?"

"Yeppers, that'll be step one. Don't want people to ask questions." Tim said. The wolf walked up to Tucker and set his hand on the coywolf's head, "our kind is near extinction now, real shamans, mediums, connectors of the spirit realm to the mortal. Probably for the best really, times a changing quick."

"Then why go through the trouble of initiating me?" Tucker said.

Tim smiled and pet the coywolf's soft fur, "tradition. One that I hope you continue when the time is right. But that will be your choice. I will be honest with you though, our connection to the spirits do not come without risks. There are entities out there that want to harm and destroy; it is our duty to stop them if we encounter them." Tim paused a moment before he added, "oh and of course protect our family's land."

"Sounds scary," Tucker said while in thought, "but also exciting."

"It can be, lets just say you have a colorful journey ahead nephew."

"When do I start learning about our family?" Tucker said with a hint of eagerness.

Tim laughed, "in good time!" The arctic wolf's ears flicked against his antler's, "but I think someone is looking for you. I don't think Sequoia has had enough of your ass yet."

"Ha! Aren't I the lucky man. A week ago I couldn't get a single man to come home with me, now I have an insatiable beast!"

"Is that a complaint?" Tim asked with a coy grin.

"Never."

The pair walked toward the cabin hands on each other's backs. The day had only just begun yet forest felt asleep. Wind flowed through trunks and barely tickled branches, birds were quiet in their nests, critters remained in their burrows. The door of the cabin closed just as the pack of coywolves wandered out of the forest. The pups were behaved but led the charge in front of the two adults. One of the pups held in its mouth a pendant made of grapevines, a piece of opal encased at the center of it.The pup confidently jumped up the stairs before they laid the pendant at the doorstep. A howl resonated from within the cabin and startled the coywolf who jumped back and tumbled down the stairs. It landed on its feet and shook off the snow before it ran to catch up with its brother's and sisters.

Ice melts on bare trees

Flow through earth like spider's web

A new life in Spring

~Theckx Hyena