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It was a long night but eventually the dust settled. The grass on the shores of Lake Balaton were watered with blood and fertilized with fresh wolf and horse corpses. Torches out in the dark field danced like fox tails as sentries examined the dying and snuffed them out.

I was advised to remain in the guardhouse for my safety. The pagoda had finally collapsed, dousing most of the flames in the process, and the palace grounds were shrouded in darkness. During the chaos of our entrapment, the local servants had not seen fit to keep the torches lit and there was fears that some might seek revenge on me. Wolves can be suicidally loyal to the ones who held their leashes, especially if they don't realize there's a new master in town.

Still, it was not so bad. I had Livio and Sister for company and regular reports came in telling me nothing but good news, in particular that Taj and Sophia were alive and well.

"To victory!" I shouted and we tapped wooden cups together before downing them. The Alphate liquor tasted like paint.

"Canis be damned!" Livio rolled his tongue out and gagged. "What is this shit?"

"Peach liquor," Sister shuddered and slammed her cup on the table, "my former owner's breath reeked of it."

Livio's ears lowered and he nuzzled his wife on the cheek, licking the human.

"It's okay, dear," Sister licked Livio back on the nose, "it's just a memory, a good one now that he's gone. Another!"

A young soldier with a black muzzle and red fur on his head poured us all another round. He winked at me when it was my turn. No doubt he believed he was favored by his commander for some reason, it was extremely likely I had given him the pleasure of visiting my tent at one point but I could not recall. Livio coughed, likely trying to ignore the smell of fox hormones wafting off the soldier.

"Alright," I took the cup in my paw, "what should be cheer to next?"

"To the liberation of the Republic!" Livio shouted.

"To the liberation of the Republic!"

Once more, we downed the nasty liquor and slammed our cups on the table.

My head was starting to spin, more so from the taste rather than the alcohol, for this was only my second shot. Boots clomped on the staircase outside the guardhouse as I closed my eye and rubbed at my temple.

A familiar scent probed my nose, spiced with something familiar but something I had never smelled in tandem. Hot wolven blood, freshly spilled, tried its best to cover up the smell of sand and rose petals, but all it did was make it more tantalizing.

Taj was standing there as I opened my eyes, her white robes and snout covered in crimson blood.

"Taj!" I gasped and rose, knocking my cup onto the ground.

Our noses met, taking in each other's scent and we began licking passionately at our faces. Wolf blood suited her, it was a joy to taste it with her scent on my tongue.

"Did you really think a mere shipwreck would be enough to kill me?" Taj snorted and nipped at my chin playfully. "I have a present for you."

Only now did I noticed Taj was carrying a leather strap that led outside in her left paw. With a sharp tug, a naked wolf was pulled into the room, wrists bound together. He was an old gray wolf, covered from head to toe in old scars from arrows and blades. His gray eyes were wide open, staring at nothing while he mumbled under his breath.

"All gone..." he muttered, "...we are alone...we are alone..."

The wolf smelled strongly of horse shit and my nose wrinkled when it caught it.

"Marco, this is the sand vixen you mated?" Livio slapped the table. "I like her style!"

"Gold or flowers is more of a customary gift between mates, no?" I smiled. "Or at the very least a more attractive captive."

"This is the Chief of the Firepit Clan, one of the most powerful nomads that the Pesht-Kutlars let loose in Carpathia. He is a stubborn, ambitious, and driven wolf who built his Clan from mere sheep herders to one of the foremost mercenary clans in Eurasia."

Taj scratched the wolf behind his ear. He did not reply, continuing his muttering.

"And our victory today has shattered him," Taj beamed proudly, "perhaps with some questioning we might be able to extract more information but I believe this was the decisive battle of Carpathia."

"Good work," I tapped the wolf on the nose, "as soon as we're done here, we will begin preparations to march on Pest."

"I have more surprises for you," Taj motioned towards the door.

"Livio!" I handed the leash to him. "Have a team soften up the wolf a bit more, see what he's willing to spill."

"With pleasure, Marshal!"

Taj lured me down the stairs and into the courtyard, flanked by guards wielding torches. A group of shadows lurked by the ruins of the pagoda, their torches only giving enough light to show that one of them was an unfamiliar species to this continent with his hunched shoulders, broad muzzle, and short ears.

"Folu!" I ran up to the hyena and he immediately knelt in submission while I licked his cheeks.

"General, it's so good to see you again!" Folu's tail wagged.

"I'm a Marshal now," I cooed.

A raspy throat cleared just to the right of us and I peered up to see Luce leering down at us with a pipe between her fingers.

"Such a warm welcome to your future mate, hm, Marco?" she said coldly.

She didn't really care, of course. We were to be wed for political reasons and that was that. Still, I could have dealt without the passive-aggressiveness and it was clear the soldiers flanking us, a mixture of foxes and fennecs, along with a single cheetah; felt awkward. Their faces and tails were still but their scents turned sour.

"I had no fear for your safety," I stood up, took Luce by her free paw and pressed my nose against it. She reeked of old tobacco, "Senatora Luce can escape unharmed from any situation."

Luce swept her paw away, catching me on the side of my nose, "Your paramour saved me," she went over to Taj and bowed slightly before the tall fennec, "were it not for her, I would have been a prisoner of Philippe or the Alphate, neither of which were appealing."

Taj rubbed her paws over the side of Luce's muzzle, "And we wouldn't have been able to find you without her connections and wits. She's a smart vixen, Marco."

"She's shrewd, that's for sure," I muttered, "either way, I'm glad you're safe."

"You should be, Marco, you will need my help once all the fighting is over and someone has to sweep up the pieces left."

"Yes, yes, very good," I rolled my eyes, "if you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to here. I've an injured officer to visit. Come, Folu!"

The hyena broke away from Luce's side and eagerly followed me and Taj towards the palace's main building.

Ascending a short staircase, we emerged onto a small stone plaza by the front of it. Paper screen doors were closed shut at the entrance and a gray wolf was sitting on the bench outside, dozing off.

"Your famous noble bitch, I presume?" Taj looked at me with narrow eyes.

"SLAVE!" I shouted.

Galips fur puffed out and his eyes went wide. He immediately prostratedat the ground before me and licked my boots.

"Forgive me, Alpha! M-m-my eyes were heavy and-"

"No excuses!" I lifted up Galip by his scruff and forced him to look at Folu. "This is Prince Folu, currently my slave as part of a diplomatic agreement, he will be your immediate superior in my servitude."

"T-t-to a hyena!?" Galip scrunched up his muzzle in disgust before softening his features and tucking his tail between his legs. "I'm sorry, Alpha, but..."

Galip trailed off, no doubt trying to find the right, polite words to question his master's judgment.

Of which there were none.

"Folu," I patted the hyena on the shoulder, "show this impertinent wolf who's in charge."

Folu nervously stepped forward and reached out shakily, grabbing Galip by the shoulder and gently tapping him on the nose with his fist. Aside from Galip's black nose squishing a little bit, the wolf didn't have much of a reaction.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at Folu.

"I-I'm not used to being in charge," Folu whispered in my ear, "can't I be the subordinate?"

"No!" I whispered back.

Sighing, I shouted at the both of them, "Take off your clothes and start wrestling, when I get back out I want to see one of you dominating the other. Taj, you supervise."

"With pleasure, dear," Taj smiled and shifted her thighs together.

I slid the paper door to the side and entered.

Blood was thick in the air of the atrium, which had been converted into a hospital. Mattresses were laid out on the wood flooring with a team of wolven and foxen servants tending to them as best as they could. A fat human was strutting around with white robes and a pair of small spectacles on the bridge of his thin nose, the surgeon, I presumed.

"You!" I addressed the human, who despite the leather collar around his neck did not bow. A metal plate was fastened to the front of his collar showing the Wolven character for surgeon on it. A lot of skilled slaves in the Alphate tended to forgo decorum when they had a sufficiently weak master and they knew they were indispensable. "Where is Guy?"

"I assume you mean the fox who fell from the tower and nearly burnt to death?" the surgeon peered at me from behind his glasses. "Follow me."

I followed the doctor through the rows of injured soldiers. Most were awake and in good cheer, while a few others were screaming as arrows were removed from their wounds. As we ventured further in, the smell of burnt fur got stronger until I traced it to a cubicle made of privacy screens on the far end.

"Are you sure you want to see him?" the doctor paused and asked, his bald head shining under a paper lantern. "It is not a pretty sight and there is little we can do for him."

"Will he survive?"

"I don't mince words, fox," the doctor said, pausing, "if you're going to kill me over bad news, I suggest you get it over with."

"I don't do that. Tell me."

"We don't have the proper medical supplies for a case this complex," the doctor sighed, "I was assigned here to attend to Prince Galip's mental health, not treat burn and fracture victims. We've set the fractures, not easy when he's covered in burns from head to toe, and covered him with honeyed bandages to treat the burns but...it's all in God's hands now."

"God? Which God?"

"Whichever you prefer, it does not matter. I doubt he will last a week but if he does pull through, it will be a miracle and he won't be the same."

"Let me see him."

The surgeon ventured past the privacy screen and I followed. The moment my nose went past the threshold, I was hit with a foul odor. A combination of burnt fur, blood, excrement, urine, along with the sickeningly sweet smell of honey. I gagged and just about turned back, but I owed Guy for what he did, just as I owed any solider who put their lives on the line to visit them at their worst and possibly last moments.

Guy was hardly recognizable, nothing more than a pile of bandages blackened from dark honey and blood, wrapped around in the vague shape of a fox. Were it not for the holes around his eyes and mouth, which were covered in red and black burns, I would have figured it a statue, he was so still. His lips quivered and his breaths were shallow, but he whispered constantly.

"...Why...am I alive...?"

"Guy," I said, swallowing, "you're alive because you're too strong to die."

"...Why...Marshal...Beaumont...why...?"

"He can't hear you," the doctor interjected, "we've dosed him with drugs to make him more comfortable until fate decides what to do with him."

"Honey..." I sniffed, "...does that really help?"

"With burns of this magnitude?" the doctor shrugged. "No, but we had to do something."

"I see..." I nodded, "...thank you."

I gave Guy a salute and spoke, "I don't know if you can hear me, Guy, but if you make it out of this, I want to let you know that I had doubts about you, I never quite liked you, but after your show of courage in staying until the last moment up in that tower...I want to repay you and I want you to live to be able to demand it from me."

Clapping the doctor on the shoulder, I whispered, "Take care of him."

My stomach was aching as I marched through the rows of soldiers once more. I kept a stoic expression on my face as they cheered for me, proud of the narrow victor we managed to achieve that day.

Sophia would be the first one to remind me that if fate were any slightly less kind, I would have ended up much like Guy. I did not believe in fate, but I knew that making one small mistake in battle could be the difference between life and death.

I could see myself lying there, covered in bandages and waiting to die.

I hated that image.

Only an old fox should be in such a state and I was young and in my prime! I was safe and whole, save for my missing eye, and I had snatched victory from a sure defeat!

I slammed the screen door behind me and I blinked upon seeing Folu mounting Galip from behind, thrusting his hips against the wolf's rear. Their musk was sweet and heady, just the elixir I needed to push aside thoughts of mortality.

Galips snout was lined up against a bench where Taj sat, rubbing at herself. She was apparently too caught up in her masturbation to realize what a golden opportunity laid before her, but I saw it.

Lowering my trousers, I sat on the bench and grabbed Galip by the chin. He looked up at me with his sad, yellow eyes and whined while Folu thrust.

"You're the lowest of my slaves," I whispered."

"I'm the lowest of your slaves," Galip whined, "I will obey the hyena, Alpha."

"Good."

Galip's cold nose chilled the tip of my cock but not enough to prevent it from escaping from its sheathe. It slipped across his tongue and in-between his fangs perfectly, like it was another sheathe.

A few soldiers began to watch and cheer while I forced a noble wolf to service me with his mouth. It was a good bit of propaganda and a very fun one to engage in. Nothing makes a group convinced of their own superiority by having a foe willingly submit to their leader.

Folu's strong jaws wrapped around the scruff of Galips neck and the wolf moaned, still sucking at my cock with his tongue. He was born for this job, he was far better at it than being a free wolf.

Taj began to lick at my face and I turned to kiss her while arousal built up in my cock. Galip's hot breath was like a warm blanket and my knot began to swell.

"Yes..." I gasped, "...service your Alpha..."

"Learn your rightful place in life..."

I broke away from Taj to give Galip a lick across the face, forcing the wolf to whine with pleasure. Drool slid down my shaft asit began to quiver and the veins of my knot bulged.

"Agggh!" I groaned as semen spurted from my cock, dribbling down Galip's muzzle as he failed to lick his chops and suck up all of my precious seed.

That was okay, I would forgive him. He made me feel ten years younger that day and I no longer felt the cold grip of death reaching for my scruff.

I was alive and whole. We were all back together now.

And the Free Kingdom would fall before us by the month's end, I knew it.

Pest awaited us.