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Oswald Valle stood in the brisk winter air, getting his footing on the snow. Two massive draft horses stand idle, rigged to a huge empty sled ready to be filled with downed trees. Being a lumberjack in the winter was especially hard work but always had customers. The sides of the trees were painted white because of the wind during the last snowfall, and Oswald had to wear snowshoes to enter the woods at all. The horses could not leave the main trail because it was too deep, even for them. Oswald's handsome face was mostly hidden under his knitted cap and the scarf that was slowly getting covered in frost from his breath. His dark blue eyes glanced quickly back at the horses who seemed unsettled and nervous. Thanks to a witches curse, Oswald spent time as a horse himself so he always felt a connection to them. He was unable to see due to how low the ground on the trail was compared to the snow everywhere else.

A large wolf jumped up from the trail just behind the sled, leaping high into the air to tackle him but he moved aside in surprise. The wolf smashed face first through the snow and stopped moving entirely. Only the cherry oak colored fur on her back was visible in the snow she sunk in. Oswald chuckled and grabbed up a fistful of fur on the nape of her neck to help pull her out. He placed her onto the sled to look her in her autumn gold eyes. His wife, Rosemary Valentine- a werewolf. Unlike what most people are lead to believe, werewolves can turn wolf whenever they want. They lose control of their beast side and form depending on emotional control. The only role the moon played was causing them to be more vulnerable to emotional instability and change the closer to a full moon it got. Thanks to a fellow werewolf mentoring her long ago, Rose was in full control, and even in this fully wolf form her mind was completely human. Of course, the horses still hated her. It was a real trial finding horses subdued enough to tolerate her, because even in full human form they sensed wolf.

In this form she could not speak, but communicated with her eyes. Oswald was already a man of few words, so it suited him just fine. These woods were between their cabin and the nearby town, he thought he had slipped out without waking her, but it seems Rose followed him to surprise him and see him off on his days work. Digging his fingers into the bushier fur of her neck he scritched her while also rubbing the back base of her ears. Oswald told her if she wanted to wander, she should get dressed and head into town ahead of him. With all this snow there was no way to navigate the woods right now so she couldn't hunt down meat for them. Oswald would have to go to town to sell off the days wood anyway, and could give her a ride home after. She gave a deep bark in reply, licked him on the cheek and then jumped back down onto the trail. With a quick shake to settle her fur back she dashed off back toward the cabin. She was actually bigger as a wolf so she could technically wear clothing in either form, but if someone else spotted her, it might be hard to explain a fully clothed wolf.

No matter how many times she brushed it, her hair was no less wild in human form than as a wolf. The wild wavy hair reached her mid back, and the fact she often shook it around did not help tame it. Her bust was a mere handful with small areola but aggressive nipples. Brown, orange, and yellow blended in equal parts to create the golden coloration of her stunning iris. Small freckles dotted her skin here and there, and her skin tone itself was a rosen hue. A petite looking woman, and absolutely gorgeous- you would not expect her to be as ferocious as she is. Unlike Oswald, she was often loud and aggressive- never one to take things sitting down. Her wedding to Oswald was a very small one, as neither had been in contact with any family in ages. Oswald fell out of contact with them before he even had his curse, and Rose's immediate family was long dead- killed by the feral werewolf that turned her.

Rosemary immediately went to the local tavern to pass the time. Her werewolf regenerative ability meant she could drink enough booze to kill most people and come out of it with a mild buzz. She often drank hard alcohol and nursed a big drink over time, trying to keep pace with her body breaking it down, so she always had a bit of a buzz going. Trying to get sloshed was pointless for her- even if she managed to get that drunk it would wear off in minutes. Rosemary made the rounds around the bar, sitting in on the various games being played at different tables; dominos and cards mostly. There was a pool table but she was banned from using it, because a guy got drunk and tried forcing himself on her once at the table. Rosemary snapped the pool queue in half over his mouth and made him swallow his top front row of teeth. Everyone in town was plenty familiar with the beautiful Rose by now. And the men knew to keep their hands to themselves no matter how drunk they were. Every rose had its thorns, after all.

By late afternoon Rosemary slammed the knuckles of another man into the table, as she defeated the last man willing to try and arm wrestle her again. Four others sit nearby rubbing their sore arms. Two more tables littered with men passed out drunk from trying to out drink her. She was great for business, so the tavern owner loved her- as long as she wasn't kicking the shit out of someone.

The town did not see many visitors, especially this time of year, so everyone glanced up when a stranger walked in. Outside Rosemary could see a large, ornate horse carriage through the layered frost on the windows. The man was overly well dressed and clearly quite wealthy, even at a glance. He smelled heavily of fur, but did not wear any himself. Likely a fur trader returning from the south to sell newly acquired pelts. Not too far north were more civilized lands and much bigger cities- furs would net you a tidy sum there. He looked around the tavern carefully as if trying to spy someone specific, but his eyes stopped on no one. He was only interested in buying a few bottles to warm him on the road, so he produced several gold coins to buy entire bottles from the barkeep- but when he grabbed his belt one of the three small satchels fell- spilling silver coins on the floor. The man made a halfhearted attempt to grab the bag before it fell but reacted much too slowly.

He watched as the coins scattered around on impact. "Bother..." He was going to bend over but then stopped and straightened again. "You know what? They are only silvers." He motioned over them, looking to everyone else. "On the house. I won't throw my back out picking silvers, and I am on a schedule besides. Have at it."

Even the men who had been blackout drunk suddenly revived to throw themselves on hand an knee to grab up the free money. The wealthy man chuckled at their energy as he waited for the barkeep to return with the bottles he ordered. Once he got them, he tipped his hat in thanks, took one last look around the tavern carefully, and departed again. On his second scan his eyes fixed on Rosemary. She was the odd one out on this- the only person in the tavern other than the barkeep who made no move toward the coins. Sure, she would have liked to, but couldn't. She had plenty saved up on her own anyway. Lumber sold well around here and she and Oswald did not need to spend much. They made their cabin themselves when they got married so they didn't even need to buy their home.

Oswald arrived a short while later, brushing frost from his eyelashes and brows in the warmth of the tavern as he collected Rosemary. The drunks started to look sour again, even for all the free coin they got today. They all knew the real prize was Rosemary, but only Oswald could have her. He spoke not a word, simply looking to Rose as she dashed over and hugged him. He placed a big arm around her, nodded to the barkeep for putting up with her, and left to return home. There was many types of trees on it a short time ago, but Rose mostly smelled pine as she sat on the sled and laid back, with her head resting on Oswald's back on the ride home. Pillars of smoke trailed into the sky, each one marking another home in town- not one would be without a fire. The sky was dark and many stars already visible. Rosemary's keen nose could smell a shift in the weather- a mat of light grey clouds coming in over the ocean to the far west. It will be snowing again soon. Hopefully not too much.

***

Rosemary drew Oswald a bath as soon as they returned home and he stoked the fire. As cold as his digits were, he was also sweaty from the hard work felling so many trees by axe. Through his clothing no one else could smell it, but Rose can. She could smell a unique scent that marked him as Oswald as well- too subtle for any normal human to ever identify. His musk turned her on. It smelled of hard work, of his tight muscles glistening in sweat, twitching with exertion. Once the bath was ready she helped him undress. The fire in her eye and the coy smile on her face was more than hint enough for Oswald who started to disrobe Rosemary as well. Her ears, teeth, and nails all started to sharpen as she started a slow shift to bestial form. When he laid her flat on the living room floor, her small breasts became almost invisible against her torso, but cupping his hands over them, they could still very much be felt. Her nipples immediately pressed back against the palms of his hands as he gently kneaded the soft fleshy mounds. Rose ran her hands over the strong, defined muscles on his sides, and with a grin raked her claws across him to his abs hard enough to leave red streaks but not break the skin. Her face scrunched up at the sensation as her lips and nose started to darken, her ears started to shift up her head and her face pushed out ever so slightly. Oswald smiled and grabbed a fully canine ear, rubbing it between finger and thumb. Rose turned to the side and playfully bit his outstretched arm- her teeth all fangs now.

She knew he liked her tail best, so she was trying to progress far enough at least for that. Starting as a nub, the sensation filled and stretched it. It started thrashing about immediately because the new muscles within demanded stretching. The tail itself was almost full size before the prickly sensation of new fur even started. It grew fast though, spreading like a shadow across her skin before bursting to full bushy length very quickly. Oswald moved his left hand down from her supple breast, feeling the stiffening spots of flesh on the way down her torso at regular intervals- the start of more nipples. Rosemary released his arm from her teeth to roll onto her hands and feet. Her hands were mostly paw by this point though. The fingers were squat and the insides of her hand turned black and fattened into the pads of paws as fur grew all over. The ends of her feet had reshaped to paws as well, but the back of her feet and overall legs were still changing to a proper digitigrade shape. Oswald teased the head of his penis on her puffy labia as they started to look purple as they darkened. When she whimpered in need he grabbed her tail by the base and pulled her back, sliding her down his shaft. She let out several breathy bark like sounds as he hilted in her and her face continued to stretch outward, her nose becoming cold and wet as her face turned full wolf, with her tongue lolling out of her mouth a bit on the side. Fur covered most of her now, travelling down her chest between her vanishing breasts, and up her back from the base of her tail. When the fur had covered everything, her hips popped and became more narrow as her torso became more barreled, completing her change to full wolf. Her gold eyes and red-brown fur matching her former hair color certainly made her an unusual looking wolf.

Her pussy now a plush black triangle of a canine's pleasure box, she fit him better. In human form, Oswald was actually a bit big in her. Not that she could not handle bigger- he was a horse for a while. Her bushy tail warmed and tickled his torso as he thrust into her. He held her body on either side down lower, so his fingers found some of her many nipples to tease. In full wolf form Rosemary's hearing was good enough to pick up on subtle details in his breathing and the sound of his heart beat to know how close to orgasm he was. Occasionally she would counter his thrusts and grind on him instead to catch up to him. She could practically taste the salty musk of his sex in the air, and the unique smell of his balls. Thanks to her keen senses they both reached climax at the same time. They both fell over on their sides, spooning with him still inside her as they caught their breath.

Rosemary finally slid off him, curling up about to lick herself when Oswald stopped her. "Ah, the bath? You're still half human."

Rose lowered her head and ears a bit embarrassed and followed him into the bath. She sat between his legs and he gave her a good soapy brushing, and then she used her soapy fur and smooshed herself up on him to get him soapy too.

When they were done rinsing off, Rose was the first out of the tub, lowered the front of her body and Oswald was quick to place a hand on her to stop her.

"Don't!" He grinned at her. "Don't you dare shake."

She let out a frustrated grunt. Her limbs and digits started to stretch out first as she quickly started to shift back to human. She couldn't get fully dry without shaking in wolf form. Rather than shrink away her tail actually disconnected from her, along with her fur- sluffing off as if turning to ash, and dissolving into nothingness by the time it touched the ground. The most unusual part to watch, and worst part for her to feel was her face compressing back into a humans. It always felt like her head was getting too big and round, but she readjusted to the feeling after a minute or two.

They got into loose night clothing as Rosemary did her best to make a quick but tasty meal. The animals they had shared bodies with seemed to influence their tastes as well- Oswald loved veggies but had to be prodded to eat more meat. Rose...well Rose ate both, but had a bad habit of not cooking the meat before she ate it. After dinner they were getting ready to turn in for the night when they heard the unusual sound of activity outside. Horse hooves...the wheels of a carriage. Rosemary tossed a cloak around herself to peek outside and see who on earth would visit this time of night, and at such a remote location. To her surprise, it was the rich man's carriage she seen at the tavern earlier that day. Did he get lost leaving town?

Before she could ask what he wanted he stepped off, pulling up a cocked crossbow and pointing it at her. "Nice place you have here, wolf. Not surprising it is away from the town proper."

She furrowed her brows. "Wolf? Who told you my name was wolf? It is Rosemary."

The fur she smelled on him earlier...it was wolf pelts. He is a werewolf hunter.

"Oh, playing dumb to the end, eh? You know it was by no accident I dropped my pouch of silvers at the bar. Wife of a lumberjack...I don't imagine you are poor, but I doubt you are wealthy enough to snub your nose up at free money." With his free hand he flicked a silver coin at her, forcing her to get out of the way. "Less of course you are physically unable."

Oswald stepped just in front of her with his lumber axe in hand. The hunter told him to step aside. Whether he knew she was a werewolf before marrying her, if he stood aside now the hunter would pass it off as him being 'seduced by the beast's wiles'. Oswald did not speak nor move and inch, only gripping the axe tighter. Rose didn't know what to do- she couldn't let him get hurt for her, and this guy was armed with several weapons and all Oswald had was his axe. On the other hand, Rose stood absolutely no chance at all of attacking. Even the coin near her feet was causing the bones in her leg to ache- she could feel the presence of the silver bolt in the crossbow as a sickly feeling in her body. If silver touched her bare skin it would burn it, quickly. If silver touched her blood it would become poisoned, then circulate through her veins killing her painfully in minutes. But the hunter came for her. This was her curse, she couldn't let Oswald die because of her, and if he did, she would die soon after regardless because she has no defense at all against silver!

The hunter drew a silver rapier in his free hand and dove forward to cut Oswald out of the way. The blade of the rapier was not bulky enough to deflect the head of an axe, but the hunter knew that as well as Oswald, and tricked him with the false attack, shooting him through his forearm with the crossbow, forcing him to drop his weapon. The hunter nearly stabbed Rosemary, but Oswald grabbed his arm with his good hand, deflecting it to stab the cabin wall just over her. Both men glanced to Rosemary who shivered and sweat from the nearby silver, making her weak and sick just from its proximity. Even if she tried to run she would not make it more than a few feet. Rose never ran from anything though. In a foolishly bold move, she had turned her teeth and nails to fangs and claws, and slashed the Hunter's chest. Weakened by the silver though, her claws barely got through his clothing, leaving only fine cuts on his actual skin that barely bled at all. The hunter grinned at her foolish gamble, yanking free of Oswald's grip, smashing him in the temple with the pommel of the silver rapier, and pulled back to thrust it into Rose. Their bones shook with the thunderous boom of a growl that came a moment before the hunter lost his hat, and both his ears. A monstrously huge grey dire wolf grabbed his head from behind in his mouth, ripping both ears off on its fangs as it yanked him to the ground. Before the hunter could so much as twitch, the giant wolf bit into his throat and started shaking his head back and forth violently, absolutely shredding the entire throat. Dots of red appeared in the snow in a fifteen foot radius as the wolf yanked its head up, ripping tendons and arteries out of the gored throat hooked in his fangs, feeling them snap one by one. The huge beast watched the life quickly drain from the hunter before roaring at him again, to send his terrified ghost into whatever hell awaited him on the other side. The three of them stood there a moment, trying to comprehend one another. Rose's eyes filled with tears as she ran over to the huge wolf in spite of the pain they shared being near the silver laden corpse.

"BALDWIN!!"

The next day they all sat at the bar together. Baldwin pointed to the medical wrappings around Oswald's arm. "Something with an edge for my friend here to help him nurse a wound. Broken branch on a falling tree jammed itself straight through."

He still had the thick German accent Rosemary remembered, from ages ago when Baldwin was her mentor. In human form now he had a patch over the empty eye socket, though it did nothing to hide the grievous cleft down his face from it that cut his lips down to jaw bone. The hunter had been hunted by Baldwin for some distance, but the old wolf was unable to find an opening to attack without killing himself on the silver in the process. Seeing Rosemary in peril though, he threw caution to the wind. It had been ages since they seen each other last. He left her with the prediction she would someday find the man right for her, and it seems she had. They caught each other up on their adventures apart, and reminisced on old times. Rosemary talked much more of Oswald than Oswald himself- being relatively quiet as usual.

Rosemary and Oswald's secret remained hidden. No one heard from or seen the wealthy hunter or his carriage again, though Oswald acquired two more horses to pull his wood sled. Baldwin did not stay, though he knew where they lived now so he could visit from time to time. It did not matter how far they parted, they were forever a pack.