The Winter After (Part One)
"Two different pasts, two different lives, two different struggles, the missing piece... was ourselves"
I watched him. He was lying in the snow, almost invisible as his fur was sleek and clean; well groomed and radiated beauty. His thick layers of white fur hid him in the snow that fell overnight; only the light hues of brown on his lower back and forehead were the visible colors to be seen by the lupine eye. I could also detect him with my other senses; well, more so with scent as he lied near our favorite tree which we have marked several times over. But I could also sense the unique smell of him, the only smell ever in the entire universe for each wolf has a different scent, as slight difference it may be... though I haven't smelled any other wolf in a long time, but at the same time I felt his was most... soothing; and comforting.
There are more things than sight and smell, as beautiful it may be coming from him. I also sensed something else; a strong lupine spirit. I have always sensed a spirit in every wolf I had the privilege to meet and live and hunt with but Kenta; Kenta was someone close to my heart. I have grown up with my packmates and I really appreciated their company as well; but back then I could not have realized that there was a stronger feeling than just family love... but that being woofed at my present age and maturity I do miss them more so then I did before leaving the family and to embark a prosperous life and procreate my kin.
I have been lonely since beginning my prospects on my own path into the natural world; maybe it was just his company that made me feel much more likable to Kenta. I met him during this autumn, approximately a season ago as the snow had been falling; veiling the luscious green foliage with sleek yet beautiful white snow in the coniferous forest we mark home.
I've also been sensing changes in not only myself, but with Kenta. I reminisce how afraid and lonely he was when I first met him; I know I was too. So I knew how he felt and I gave him my companionship and thus far it has been a great experience to live my life with him; but I also sensed something strange that I couldn't figure out about him and he tried to avoid it as much as possible. He seemed fine when he and I hunted, we could finally take down larger prey together, and for that I thank him for while living with him.
As the seasons past I felt my pelt become thicker and heavier as the cold weather started to chill the environment. I remember one time I slipped on an ice patch and lost my footing, falling onto my side and hitting my head against a tree root. I was dazed and confused; even more so when I saw Kenta approach me, instead of continuing his hunt. Through the blurred vision I could see Kenta... he was obviously concerned about me. It was then when I first saw Kenta for who he really was up close and personal. The golden sunlight sifted through his fur while he was sniffing and looking at me, whimpering softly as I felt the comfort of his paw pad brush against my side. His beautiful white fur danced in the wind as the breeze took his scent to my sensitive nose... his scent was soothing; yet at the same time it was powerfully evoking... I bristled and waged slowly and happily as I continued my gaze at the beautiful dog above me. I looked at him deeply into his bright yellow eyes... bright like Sol. They were trimmed by his black eye lids and surrounded by thousands of strands of handsome white fur.
I felt his breath against mine and I licked the dark thick whiskers on the side of his muzzle, he closed his left eye and leaned into my affectionate tonguing. My senses were coming back to me shortly after the bump on my head (which felt a lot longer in the embrace of Kenta) and I was feeling better. It was also at this moment I realized how much his pelt has been changing, it seemed to be thicker but not only that, Kenta seemed to be more... appealing. I rolled to my paws, shook my fur and then started our hunt again.
I don't think I will forget that moment together or the affection he shows me. That day we weren't successful in our pursuit to feed our late autumn hunger. If I wasn't so clumsy he and I would have had a good chance to feed that early afternoon; it shows how selfless and caring my packmate is... yet another reason to when the time comes to part, I won't ever forget him.
The sun rose again for the new day, the sunlight getting in my eye. I constricted my dark golden iris to narrow my pupil, then I looked away to ease my eye of excess light. I turned my attention back to Kenta; he remained motionless other than the subtle movements of him breathing.
"At least he's alive" I chuckle-woofed to myself. I padded towards him, pacing through a foot of snow as my paws kicked some light clumps near the surface out of my way as I waded through the winter forest. I would be sleeping with him if I had not some important news to share with him as I made a discovery, vital to our health and survival. Though the news could wait and I didn't want to disturb his slumber, but the news ultimately made me have to urinate. As strange as that may have sounded when I thought about it I really needed to go, and I figured that our tree needed a fresh coat of my scent.
With my left hind leg high, out of my way of the target tree, I relaxed my bladder and the pressure began dissipating as the urine that streamed from my sheath coated the tree with an ample amount of my urine. I stood behind Kenta, with the tree to the left of me and Kenta to the right. I had another good view of his lupine self while I relieved a bounty full of urine. He appeared to be so calm; it's strange yet rather delightful to see the wolf who I knew to be a great hunter himself to have such a peaceful look to him. I thought of myself as a good hunter as well but Kenta; he really understood the need to feed and support his pack... I understand this too but he has such a majestic and fierce fire of passion that engulfs his soul in whatever he does, for that I really liked him a lot for; and for the fact that he has this passion for his packmate, being me.... It's almost flattering.
While day dreaming about memories past, I was put into such a comfort that I forgot what I was doing and my aim deviated from the tree. I heard different kind splashes as I accidentally started urinating on Kenta, forming a small pool on his thigh that leaked down onto the snow. I quickly turned and finished up; hopped away from the tree he took slumber under, and felt rather embarrassed about what happened. I bristled in shame as I saw his ear fold back towards me, he had obviously heard the pool of scent splashing upon him; not to mention the feel or rather scent of what I was doing; it is after all, our scent tree.
"Well at least he is awake" I thought to myself. The first thing I noticed that he was in some sort of pain or was unpleased with what happened, knowing him I wouldn't want to be peed on either. Kenta, without making a noise, looked at me while I was about a pace behind him. Kenta rolled to his paws and shook his fur, I trotted to him and he sat down where he was. He didn't nip me when I approached him, seemly not disturbed by me. At his side I nosed his cheek and nuzzled down his upper chest, he leaned the side of his head against the crown of my head and licked my ear once.
It was clear to me that he had something on his mind that disturbed his peace yet he still had affection for my company, maybe he didn't notice me urinating on him? Maybe he did... either way if he had a problem about it, I would know, its best not to bring it back up especially in his state of mind.
"Good morning, packmate" I woofed calmly as I too sat down beside him at his side, still looking at him from a side. Kenta gazed out into the clearing as he observed the new snow that fell overnight, and to see if anything else has or is happening that needs our attention, I could also guess he was also thinking about what he had on his mind.
I looked at him in the eye closest to me, I knew he could see me in his peripheral vision, but his attention was at the surroundings of the forest. I noticed his ears moving to the wind and to the subtle morning sounds that inhabited us this day. Lost in the gaze of Kenta's presence I forgot to mention the news that I gathered this morning while he slept.
"Kenta, I found a river that hasn't been completely frozen yet, there is a hole where we can access water; we can go at anytime as the sun is now coming out. The energy of the sun will melt the ice make it easier to break with our paws as time passes into the afternoon." Kenta turned his head to look at me. I felt a wave of energy of his own melt me, as if I were the ice. His muscular lupine body looked at me sternly as his fur bristled somewhat and the urge to urinate came back to me while gazing at such a handsome soul.
"By all means Ayden, Show me the way. I'm thirsty." I sighed softly and happily as the intense nervousness was brushed away by his warm and positive energy towards me. I thought to myself, after Kenta had a lap of water I needed to find out what has been troubling him so I can understand his demons and not to misinterpret his negativity again... though maybe I should mention the urine stain on his fur also.
"Well..." Kenta stared at me as I watched him lift his brow and tilt his head slightly. I was then broken from my train of thought and replied back with that embarrassed feeling again.
"Yeah..." I chuckled softly, "This way" I chuckled again and grinned then stood to my paws, turned and began leaping my paces through the deep snow.
"You silly dog," Kenta also chuckled and began to run after me through the snow in the cold winter morning.
I bounded through the snow with ease, with Kenta following my path, chasing me. It made it easier for him to wade through the couple feet of snow that fell over night since I crafted a new path to follow; similar to a draft effect for birds, through then again I too was creating draft for my packmate.
It was a short run, though it was a nice morning to do so, the storm finally cleared way and the sun was out with parted clouds. It was cold out still; I could feel it hit the exposed; and sensitive, flesh of my nose as I breathed in the cool air, cooling my body as I also panted. I jogged with ease at a fair speed; I looked back at Kenta as he gave pursuit. I knew it was a short distance to the river as the surroundings were familiar to my memory and sure enough I slowed down to a walk and gated to the rivers edge, finding the gaping hole in the ice where I drank from earlier. I was hardly tired and felt I could have gone on for miles and taken down a creature to feast upon with Kenta, maybe today we might do that later. It just goes to show that the lupine body is beautiful, yet functional; nothing stuck out like a human thumb.
Kenta sniffed around the matted snow to which I made a path earlier, and now upon arrival by the waters edge. From where I was standing the sun reflected off the waters edge and into my eyes again, I walked closer to Kenta where he started to lap the waters surface, ladling the cool water into his muzzle. I moved my head to another hole in the icy surface, away from the sun; I looked at myself in the reflection in the water. My cold breath fogged the reflection that bounced off the waters surface. The image of a beautiful and majestic grey wolf who has grown and matured over the months looked back at me within the ripples of the calm river.
I knew that this reflection of light was an image of myself; evoking memories of my past as my body, fur and even eye color has changed, grown and matured over time. My mind and soul has also matured and learnt while observing the natural world that I, and every other soul, lives in. Most of all I took notice of how my golden irises surrounded my pupils; and how they reflected most in contrast to the light shades of gray that masked around my white muzzle and the thin fur of the inner part of my ears. Darker gray covered my back and along the upper part of my tail, followed by light grey along my sides and masked my white cheeks and muzzle. My cheeks, brows, chest, belly and under tail were covered in the thick white fur instinctively grown for the appropriate season.
The reason why I took the time when Kenta is drinking to look at myself is to appreciate the changes I have gone through. I took a couple laps at the ice cold water, then padded and sat down behind Kenta and waited for him to finish, he was taking a long time but there wasn't any rush.
I yawned wide; showing the numerous teeth, each row playing a vital role to combat hunger. I could feel my breath condense against the cold air as I yawned, eyes closed and making me rethink waking up and getting a drink on my own, away from the warmth of Kenta; but then again I did find accessible water to begin with.
Something happened when I opened my eyes from my yawn as I gazed back at Kenta. As he was drinking the water from the river I noticed his stance from which he was doing so. My eyes were still groggy from my sleep but when the sun shone against Kenta it made me more awake than ever before. The fog around my muzzle was gone as I was breath taken at Kenta's beauty as he had his hind legs spread apart, his tail naturally relaxed high and his rump stuck out as he drank. With the sun's rays through his fur I saw how handsome this dog really was from the rear.
I slowly stood to my paws. In a nervous excitement my hind legs trembled slightly; they felt numb and hard to maneuver. This feeling was rather alien to me as I wondered what was wrong but my heavy beating heart and strong lupine instincts overshadowed these feelings as I approached closer. There too was a strong tugging sensation in my groin and I felt the fur on my back slowly bristle on end. By this time I was mere inches away from Kenta's rear end and that I was breathing hard, inhaling and exhaling my warm breath onto the exposed flesh of his anus.
I came to a realization suddenly that the musky scent of the wolf before me was driving my "winter-instincts" wild. Did he know that I was behind him so? Does he like my face so close to him? Why am I so nervous and shaky just by the mere presence of Kenta?
I felt that it was too late to pull my muzzle out from under his lush tail and I did what I felt would satisfy my sudden lupine urges. I pressed my nose up against his tailhole and with a single breath I inhaled his scent though both sensitive nostrils. His musk made me quiver slightly, made my nape, spine and shoulders bristle delightfully, increased my heart rate dramatically, made my white furred sheath even tighter than it already was and the top of my skull felt like it was going to explode with the intense psychological arousal.
Without a single thought to contemplate I closed my eyes heavily and began to lick at the wolf's under tail. With my moist, tender, salmon colored tongue I licked at his pinkish anus with hard, firm strokes... whimpering softly with excitement as I then began to feel the contours of my penis firmly around my sheath. I felt my dark sheath lips spread apart as the tapered lupine penis tip surged forward. My urethra was moist and felt rather hard, nothing like I ever felt when I groomed myself.
His anal scent glands broke. As I was continuing to lick him I noticed the taste of his musk... that only made me hornier. I started to rumble in my chest, a deep murring sensation almost as a deep passionate growl. My tongue pressed against the soft anal flesh to which felt so nice against the flesh of my lupine tongue that kept licking hard, long and firm strokes.
With my nose pressed against the soft white fur of his under tail; my strong yet tender tongue lathered the contours, soft folds and seams of his anus in a film of my saliva. His tailhole felt relaxed and somewhat loose due to my tongue-play. My groin ached harder and my sheath felt uncomfortably tight against my erecting penis, especially on the on the bulge in the middle but more so the engorging knot. This made me buck my hips a couple times and whimper loud enough that Kenta must have heard.
Though I know Kenta must be really enjoying this otherwise he would have my face pinned against the ground, growling, nipping and demanding submission from me. Flush with testosterone I wanted to know my dear packmate feelings about this sudden and surprising (even to myself) slip of my tongue. I was conflicted with raw lupine passionate instinct and the consideration for my friend. I slowed my strong and over excited licking to a calmer tonguing of his anal rim.
My heart rate slowed back down and I concentrated on grooming his rump fur under his tailhole. My breaths were more like heavy sighs and my mind was still in an intoxicated state of passion. I felt light on my paws and would easily be dominated by an upset wolf who didn't tolerate his tailhole tongued so aggressively, but Kenta did not show any physical nor energetic negativity.
Kenta's back was also bristled and arched. With my forehead pressed gently against the soft fur of his rump, I took this time to further admire the anatomy of my dear friend, now concentrating between his powerful white furred thighs.
I licked my lips and whiskers and continued to enjoy the taste of Kenta's musk on my worked tongue. I curled my lips in a lupine grin as I furthered my admiration of the handsome wolf I was pressed against. His orbs looked heavy and robust. I've always enjoyed how Kenta's balls looked neatly tucked between his legs, the contour and shape of his testicles always made me curious and sparked my imagination.
I suddenly felt Kenta intending to turn around but out of pure instinct I didn't want this to end, my heart told me this was only just a taste of things to come. I quickly pressed my nose against the inside thigh opposite of the way he was turning; as I did so my nose briefly brushed over the bottom of his balls. He quickly relaxed again, and at that I truly felt certain that the feeling of intimacy became mutual.
I now pressed my nose and forehead just below his anus, letting my tired tongue hang out freely from my panting muzzle. The two round orbs now rest before my hungry eyes. The tugging sensation in my groin never disappeared but now it intensified once again as I continued to breathe heavy.
With a gentle nose I ventured under his sac and let the weight of his balls rest against the bridge of my muzzle. I smiled gently, enjoying the sight of his under-tail. I've always thought the orbs on wolves to be somewhat cute but more so handsome and an image of passion, strength and masculinity. Additionally I think they are also fun to watch bounce around and more so to tongue and caress.
As I pondered I took this time to gain Kenta's trust and become more sensual with him but without any more time adieu I take my first taste. I juggled his furry orbs with my warm tongue, quickly matting the fur on his balls while I took the time to pleasure Kenta. I took a long lick from the base of his sheath and slowly yet firmly glide my firm tongue over the contours of his testicles. I watched his orbs roll around from the lick and I smiled to myself.
With the warm nose heated from his thick white fur, I nose and nuzzle his balls; watching and feeling the warm orbs glide along the bridge of my muzzle. The now familiar aching feeling in my sheath was now intense. I could feel my knot engorging and becoming uncomfortably big in my tight white furred sheath. My sheath wrapped around each contour of my penis which now hung out a half inch from the sheath lips into the cold winter air, dripping with pre-cum.
In my ecstasy of the scents and tastes of Kenta's very passion and masculinity I get lost in knotty thoughts; intoxicated in the moment close to Kenta. I suddenly feel the brush of his leg over my face and he finally turned around to look at me. For the first time in what seemed like a long blissful eternity we were muzzle to muzzle again.
Looking into golden eyes, sadness at the corners; glistened by Sol's looking glass. Dark energy was amidst; one of great sorrow and gloom. I stared into the broken eyes of my packmate and my heart stopped. I bristled lightly and couldn't mutter a word despite my best efforts. My slightly gaping maw was swiftly filled with desperation and anguish; but at the same time filled with devotion and compassion as I was quickly engulfed with Kenta's love.
His beautiful muzzle kissed mine. Quivering warm lips sealed and the fur on my spine bristled on end. I felt his drenched, slippery, warm, tender tongue slide in smoothly into my warm mouth. His flavor and tenderness flushed over me again and the newly familiar lightness returned to my paws. I was pushed onto my haunches when his strength pressed our furry chests together.
Kenta hugged me in his warm strong embrace. He wrapped his white furred and muscular forearms around the nape of my neck. Grey and white fur mixed together while I was held tight, the digits on his paws spread through my deep winter fur and his dull claws held onto my thick scruff.
Our dark moist nose tips touched and we both huffed hot breaths of passion onto each other's faces. I was lost in his embrace, his gentle loving gaze... his strength and passion swept me into a bliss of sheer lupine ecstasy. We both tilted our heads at the same time without uttering a word. White muzzles and black lips embraced in a warm bond. The tender wet flesh of our tongues caressed and massaged one another over a slick film of shared saliva.
My muffled moans entered his sweet warm mouth as I melted in his paws. I had to recollect and think to myself: 'was this really happening? Are my hidden desires and discoveries about this wolf really this loving and mutual?' Before I could answer myself Kenta started sucking on my tongue intensely which sent a ripple of pleasure throughout my furred frame.
I whimpered and cried out in sheer elation, wave after wave of passion rippled through my body and the fur on my spine. I returned the favor and took his sweet tender tongue into my muzzle and suckled on it hungrily. Our drenched warm lips slid on another, making subtle sounds as our tongue danced and caressed with one another.
My heart felt heavy for Kenta and I returned the loving hug that I felt so safe in. I hugged around his broad shoulders and raked my dull claws down his strong back, combing his beautiful soft and thick white fur. I reached around his sides and read his masculine lupine frame with my paw pads. I plunged my digits deep into his fur and raked and groomed him. His shape, strength and his tender loving lupine kisses and embrace sent me into a utopia of just him and I, lovers.
My paws waded through his fur and back up around his nape giving him another squeeze to pull our bodies even closer together. I murred muffled into his warm sweet mouth, I suckled on his tongue harder; enjoying each delicious moment of his flavor and love. I moved my paws down his masculine chest and over his small lupine nipple and I venture down lower to something bigger.
I instantly cupped his sheathed penis with my paw. His sheath was plump and thick... white fur met black paw pads as I gave a firm squeeze behind his knot. I felt Kenta quiver in delight as he moaned in my busy muzzle. Even though I couldn't see it, I knew Kenta's penis protrude from the dark sheath lips I've admired for so long. My other paw reached down and firmly teased his tapered slippery pink pecker tip. I became excited myself as I felt Kenta's penis grow in my paws and the warm musky sensation of his thin fragrant pre-cum drizzle all over my paw pads and seep between my digits.
I was at a lost and driven by pure instinct. The air became hot and heavy with our mixed musk and sex that it was so intoxicating. I could feel Kenta's heart beat passionately against my furred chest as I took my paw away from his sputtering and engorging tip. I let Kenta's heavy hanging wolf orbs rest against my drenched paw. The white fur on his scrotum became matted as I rolled his testicles up against his frame. I admired the contours of Kenta's large testicles rolling gently in my wet paw. Without any warning I lost track of Kenta's body and it took me a while to realize that he parted the kiss and was standing over me.
I felt submissive and I rolled onto my side, heavily doused in Kenta's masculine musk as I gazed over the towering, strong and handsome wolf. I stared at him for a few long moments in silence. I thoroughly inspected his fur where I ran my paws through and to check his sheath... but I only saw the same black lips I've witnessed and dreamt of for so long. Did this all really happen...?
"It's true..." Kenta spoke softly to himself while standing over me. I looked up, not knowing what to think or do... I gave a concerning yet confused expression. My nose never lied to me, and right now it's shouting to me through Kenta's musk.
"All the horrors I was taught to as a pup are true; but the sad thing is that is just the beginning. There is a disease upon this land on a macro scale; and the sickness is inevitable. I'm talking about the side-show species of Earth; in the completely backwards land they've infected. I've merely glimpsed into the self destructive and homicidal carnival creation that was conspired and is super accelerating into oblivion. The minority has become the majority in such a short time and what they bring is nothing short of total absurdity and insanity. The unjustified has become just and sport through massive delusion and apathy. The passion for man-kinds ignorance feeding you lies... they are much worse than they appear... and that's quite a feat for their evolutionary disaster called the human body."
Remnants of his musk were slowly carried away by the howling wind that swept his fur. I looked up at him with the taste of his sweet maw still in my mouth. Despite my confusion I listened to his words with much intent as I've always has. I opened my muzzle to say something... anything... I didn't know what I was going to say until I said it; but before I could Kenta jumped in again.
"Humanity has systematically domesticated and enslaved themselves to their corrupt and destructive society. It pretty much all boils down to them believing that they are the only and superior species; and that is exactly what they delude their uncontrolled abundance of completely dependent offspring... the cycle will never end until all life does. But the truth is that there is more than one species on this natural planet. Different species ultimately rely on each other to survive, if unbalanced; then all die. Humanity should know this but regardless they'll inflict untimely death to innocent creatures through their own manufactured fear. They've lost touch to what nature really is, and the effects are irreversible. Their evolution has confined them to live in their carnival of horrors and their teachings are unjust and unruly."
I rolled onto my paws and slowly stood up. I looked at Kenta with a soft gaze and gently spoke.
"I've been told that there is nothing that can be done... as horrid and scary it all seems... it's hopeless to revolt because of something called 'taboo'."
"Yes I am scared, but more so enraged. Defending ourselves, feeding ourselves, and even escaping clutches is considered 'that word'. What really doesn't make sense is the so-called justified slaughtering and pillaging of innocent lives and natural eco systems and land. How come they're able to get away with everyday holocausts, enslavement, torture, murderous sport, propaganda, and invasion when we as wolves can't even be wolves... despite millions upon millions of seasons of harmony... we suddenly can't be who we are?"
"I don't know Kenta... I don't even think they truly know... they probably just live with it since it doesn't concern them. Maybe even a select few of them actually truly realize the consequences of their actions but when raised for concern... they might be forsaken and ignored themselves..."
"Don't be ridiculous, even if there was a small group of them who truly cared, our kin would have seen slight improvements; but all we've seen is devastation."
"I was just speculating..."
"I wouldn't count on it." Kenta raised his hackles on end and a deep rumble emitted from his chest as he growled at me. His lips were curled back to expose his gums and tongue, red being a threatening color. His frame lowered and his tail lifted in a dominating position, a sharp snarl came from his once sweet maw and his eyes were filled with intense rage.
I backed up and sat back down on my haunches. I folded my ears and avoided eye contact. I could hear him encircle me and felt the tugging and nipping at my scruff, testing me. After a few prolonged moments in a disagreement; things between Kenta and I simmered down and he stood in front of me once again.
"Ayden, I've witnesses sheer horrors first paw that your nightmares could never conjure."
I stood back up onto my paws (which were recently doused in Kenta's musk) and shook my fur of any loose snow. I stared into his intense golden eyes... which first told a tale of sadness, then utter bliss but now I saw pure ambivalence. I could tell that Kenta was going through conflicting feelings.
He sighed and looked back at me with an expression of anguish and self pity; perhaps he felt bad about giving me mixed signals. Before I could respond he interrupted me once again.
"I didn't believe my pack... I didn't want to believe..."
"About what...?" I softly spoke.
"In regards to the mythical human" Kenta uttered.
My ears perked immediately at the latter most word that spliced through the cold air. My heart sank and my fur bristled in sheer disgust as I well knew the word 'human' correlates well with absurdity and genocide.
"It just seemed beyond belief... farfetched... absurd even; well, that was just the beginning... See, nothing can prepare you, no matter the amount of horror stories, unfeasible fairy tales, nor any lesson can prepare you for an encounter with a... or possibly... several humans. Which is VERY likely as they breed like maggots I didn't believe in ANY of it; but I got it all. The true tale of the human is far more sinister and unfeasible than fiction, oh the irony."
The breeze blew through Kenta's white fur, making it dance just like the time he helped me up from my slip on the ice patch.
"My wide awake nightmare seemly began on any normal spring morning. The early morning sun and warm radiance woke me up to a fateful day.