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Every now and then, there are dreams that you just don't want to end, those that grant you boundless freedom, and those that turn into grandiose adventures. In my case, one of my deepest dreams was to spend a night in the wilds with my mate, the werewolf James, and after receiving the blessing of the moon, that dream had finally become real. Together, we roamed the dark woods and scared up the nightly wildlife. We embarked on a marvelous journey among bubbling creeks, steep cliffs, and ancient trees, pausing occasionally to spend some time with ourselves. Then, the towering beast would pick me up, give me a sloppy kiss, a broad lick all across my bare body, and then do things that were beyond the wettest dream I ever had. In short, the night with him was perfection, but no night lasted forever, and even this moment of carefree happiness eventually faded into abyssal blackness as exhaustion struck and sent me to sleep.

The next thing I knew, the song of the birds and a single beam of sunlight roused me from my slumber. I rolled over with a tired groan but quickly realized that I wasn't in a bed. The ground underneath me was pleasantly soft, but also strangely wet and prickly. I opened my eyes just a crack and found myself lying among the roots of a tall pine tree on a bedding of moss and brown needles without a single piece of clothing on my body. But even though my skin shone with dew and a cool breeze was blowing over me, I wasn't freezing or uncomfortable. On the contrary, I had never felt more at home as I did in the embrace of the old tree.

I was tempted to doze for a little longer, just enjoying the earthy odors and sounds of the forest, but the moment I closed my eyes, I heard a heavy grunt and sensed movement next to me. I wasn't alone! I jumped up with shock, my heart hammering in my chest, but my shock dissipated just as quickly when I realized that it was just James lying next to me. Since the full-moon night had passed, the werewolf had turned back into his human form and was just as buff-naked as me. But even without his bestial features, my mate was a captivating sight with big muscles and a healthy amount of chub. His tan skin glistened in the light of the rising sun, and his dense, curly hair made my fingers twitch with desire, drew me closer like a moth to the fire, and before I knew it, I was leaning over him and eagerly caressing his warm body.

Of course, James's glorious morning wood didn't escape my attention either. The mere sight of his throbbing, uncut cock made me drool and sent a prickling rush of arousal through me, enough to make me whimper like a bitch in heat. So it wasn't before long before my hands found their next target, sliding over his soft belly, through his lush pubes, and reaching around the shaft of his delicious cock, guiding it to my eager lips. I gave his glans a greedy kiss, slurping up the bead of pre sitting atop and driving my tongue underneath his foreskin before I opened my mouth and swallowed the first inch. A familiar mix of savory and salty flavors spread across my tongue, and just one breath of his heavy, bestial musk was enough to raise my desire into a mind-consuming hunger.

Without another thought, I plunged down onto the sleeping man's dick and forced every last inch down my throat until the hairs of his pubes tickled my nose. My own gluttony made me gag and drove tears into my eyes, but that didn't stop me, and I started to deep-throat him with deep strokes, savoring his heavenly aroma and working hard to get a sample of his thick cream.

My spirited blowjob wrenched my partner from sleep in no time. He jerked up with a confused moan, staring at me as if I were the spirit of his dead grandfather, but once the surprise faded, an appreciative smile grew on his lips. "Good morning, Max. And what a lovely sight to wake up to." But instead of allowing me to continue, James grabbed my head with both hands, and instead of pushing me down even further, he pulled me off his dick and leaned in to give me a deep, long kiss.

While the werewolf kept me in his embrace, his tongue twisting and dancing around mine, he slowly but forcefully pushed me onto my back and splayed my legs. By the time I realized his horny intentions, his tip already prodded my sphincter, and not a second later, he spread me open and slid deep into my tight, warm ass, aided by the generous layer of spit I had provided.

A needy moan escaped my throat as his fat cock stretched my sensitive insides, but James refused to break the kiss. Instead, he tightened his grip around me, shoved his tongue into my throat, and started to fuck me with all his might. Within a few strokes, he was rutting me in a feral frenzy, slamming my prostate and rapidly flooding my brain with pleasure, while his heavy sack slapped against my butt and his drool ran down my chin.

James's natural dominance and forceful lust swiftly turned my receptive mind into a horny mush, and I submitted with every fiber of my being. I instinctively spread my legs further and loosened up so my mate to breed me properly and thoroughly. His bestial grunts and growls were music to my ears, and the way he manhandled me thrilled me beyond the pleasures of sex alone. This was where I belonged. I was his bitch, and even untransformed, the werewolf was my rightful mate.

James didn't stop thrusting until the very end, and only when he finally burst into an orgasm, he broke the kiss to voice his pleasure in a superhuman howl, a feral roar that resounded throughout the forest. His sack tightened against my butt, and his dick started throbbing violently, pumping wad after was of thick, potent seed deep inside me, enough that I could feel the wet warmth and enough that I could hear it slosh and gurgle.

While the werewolf was still cumming, he pinned me with his eyes and grabbed my leaking pecker, jerking me off passionately. Thanks to the pounding and his intoxicating musk, I was close enough that a few strokes sufficed to set me off, and I joined him with a needy cry. My dick twitched furiously, but he never let go, making sure to paint my torso and my face with my semen while he filled me with his load.

Eventually, our orgasms faded into a warm afterglow, and we were left staring at each other in breathless bliss. This time, I was the one to break the tension as I cupped James's head and pulled him into another passionate kiss.

"What a way to wake up. Thank you, Max," the werewolf whispered, kissing me once more. "I love you, hun."

"And I love you, too, James,... ah" I responded, my voice melting into a moan when he suddenly pulled out of me. I heard a wet pop as his cock parted, and my butt was empty again, my asshole leaking a strand of cum and slightly agape.

While I was recovering and rubbing my sweaty, cum-filled belly, my mate had gotten up and was scanning our surroundings. He started sniffing the air like a dog, which looked hilarious in his human form, but the laughter got stuck in my throat when his expression twisted into a frown, and he growled. "Um, is everything alright?"

"I smell fire, I smell ashes, and the wind is coming from the treehouse. I don't know what happened, but it can't be anything good," James grunted. "Come, get up and follow me. Let's go back home and check."

"O-okay," I nodded hastily and sluggishly rose from the ground. I just about managed to stand upright on shaky knees, but I couldn't take a single step forward for rather obvious reasons. Thankfully, the werewolf was ready to help. He wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around my butt, picking me up in a bridal style carry and holding me close against his big, hairy chest as he marched toward our home.

With every passing minute, James became more and more worried, and eventually, even I picked up the scent of burnt wood and leaves. It became increasingly obvious that the fire had occurred close to our treehouse, and I began to worry as well. What if the transformer in his utility shack had broken down and caused a fire? However, when we finally reached the abandoned quarry, the shack was no longer there. Sharp metal scraps were strewn all over the rocks, and where the solar panels had been bolted to the cliff, there were only a few smoking craters. This didn't look like a technical malfunction; this looked as if someone had blown them up!

However, this was only the first half of the disaster. The worse realization came next because when I turned to look for the treehouse, I could no longer find it. The trees that had carried the impressive construction had caught fire, and all that was left was a pile of smoldering ash and a couple of charred stumps. Whatever had blown up the transformer had also eradicated our home, but this was impossible! My brain refused to accept the unthinkable. "Where is it?" I whispered in disbelief as if the treehouse had just moved somewhere else, pointing a trembling finger at the smoking remains.

"It- it is g-gone," James stammered. His voice trembled with shock and despair, and his eyes filled with tears as he stared at the ashen leftovers of his residence, the loss striking him even harder than me. Something broke inside him, and the once powerful, confident werewolf just stood there with a blank stare. His legs gave way, and he sank onto his knees while his arms lost their tension, inadvertently releasing me from his embrace.

In our distress, neither of us had the time or energy to think about the cause of the fire. It turned out that it didn't matter anyway as the perpetrators had already spotted us, and suddenly, something hit me. A concussive bang sounded in my ears, and a bucketload of dirt splattered all over my legs. I reflexively reached for my thigh but paused when my fingers touched something warm and hot, and when I pulled them back up, they were deep red and dripping with blood. My blood. Not a second later, the pain set in, and I howled out in agony.

"Fuck! It's them! They're here!" James yelled. The blast had rudely ripped him out of his miserable daze, and he bent over me, hastily reaching around my waist. "Quick! We need to leave."

Despite my gaping, bleeding wound, the werewolf hauled me over his shoulders and started to run back into the woods and away from danger. Searing flashes of pain shot through my flesh, and black stars appeared before my eyes as his hurried steps reverberated through my wounded body, and before too long, my brain surrendered to the ordeal. I blacked out.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on an overhang surrounded by low shrubs and birch trees, resting on a patch of leaves and moss. The pain in my leg had dulled to an aching throb, and I wondered how much time had passed since I fainted. However, when I cautiously brushed a finger next to it, I still felt something wet and warm, so it couldn't have been all that long.

"Don't touch it! It's busy healing," James snapped at me, and I rapidly withdrew my hand. The werewolf was sitting right next to me, his hands dripping with blood as he stared at the distance with a furious glare. "Those bastards! They burned down the house while we weren't home, and they almost shot you! Luckily, it's just a graze wound, and your blessing should be able to mend and restore it in no time."

"What? Shot me?" I breathed in horror, my heart skipping a beat as I realized that I had just narrowly escaped death.

"Yes, shot you! Can you imagine? Those evil, diabolical, vile assholes!" James roared, his eyes blazing with unbridled anger and his expression darkening. "They've taken my home, but they wanted to take it all! They wanted to kill me. They wanted to kill you..." His voice hitched, and a bestial growl emerged from his throat. Then he toppled over with a pained groan, and I heard a collection of awfully familiar noises, a squelching, grinding, and cracking as his flesh gave way and his bones snapped, one by one. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I saw his limbs shifting into his torso and his skull morphing in powerful surges. He was transforming in broad daylight, even though the full moon had already passed the night before. This time, he was transforming out of pure rage alone.

Within a few moments, James lost all of his human characteristics. His hands and feet fused with the rest of his limbs and his face twisted into a horrible grimace before disappearing altogether. More jerks and twitches raced through his body as his muscles lost their tension and were absorbed into one central mass, a misshapen orb of pulsing, slowly swelling flesh, his most original self. At that point, the raging undulations paused for a few seconds to allow the transforming mass to settle before flaring up again with unparalleled might, forcefully extruding a new pair of legs and arms and a brand-new tail from the growing core. Curly, black hair grew on every patch of available skin, quickly covering him in a dense pelt while his bulging muscles reconnected to his rapidly reforming bones. A huge muzzle grew from his face, and one by one, he regained his senses. His nostrils popped open to fill his enlarged lungs with the first breath of air, his lips parted into a wicked, toothy grin, a pair of long, pointed ears sprouted from his skull, and at last, he opened his glowing yellow eyes, staring right through me and into my soul.

The beast's transformation was complete, but he remained unusually calm and quiet, not even a single growl escaping his lips as he sniffed the air. At the same time, a strong feeling of loss, hatred, and fury overcame me, enough to supplant my pain. His transformation had re-established our mindlink, and the hulking male liberally broadcast his emotions to me, and with it, ravenous hunger for revenge.

Suddenly, one of James's ears perked up, and he instinctively crouched down on the floor, getting ready to pounce on whatever he heard. Moments later, two hunters in balaclavas, shooting glasses, and camouflaged hunting gear stepped out of the woods. They were both armed to the teeth, one holding a loaded pistol while the other carried a sawed-off shotgun.

James immediately lunged at them, and when the hunters noticed the shadow diving toward them, it was already too late. I heard a sharp bang and saw a bright flash as one of them fired a pistol in the general direction of their furious attacker. Thankfully, he missed by miles and wasn't even fast enough to pull the trigger a second time when the werewolf's paw reached his body.

The man's padded jacket and bulletproof vest were no match for James's massive claws. They pierced right through the fabric like a hot knife through butter, and their journey obviously didn't end there. Savage smacks and slurps filled my ears as the werewolf's claws dug deeper into the hunter's flesh, inexorably moving upward until they got caught on his ribcage. He didn't even have time to process the act of brutality, staring blankly at the paw in his gaping belly, and by the time the penny dropped, only a feeble wheeze escaped his punctured lungs. He couldn't even scream as the force of the werewolf's swing lifted him off the ground and flung him through the air in a high arc, followed by a profuse trail of blood.

While the body of the first attacker crashed into the rock with an unsettling thud, the second hunter was ready to strike back, burning to avenge his fallen comrade. Screaming maniacally, he pulled the trigger and blasted both shots of his shotgun into the werewolf's side. My heart skipped a beat as I watched James stagger, reeling from the blow, but still, not a single growl escaped his muzzle, and he didn't yield. Instead, he sluggishly turned around to his opponent and stared him down with a gaze that could've cut through rock.

The hunter hastily drew his pistol, but before he could release the safety catch, James had already closed his paw around his arm and wrenched it around, making him howl in pain and drop the weapon. And while it was still falling, the werewolf grabbed the man's head with his other paw, muffling his scream before he pulled with all his might. The moment I saw the beast's muscles tense, I knew what was about to happen and hurriedly averted my gaze. Unfortunately, I couldn't close my ears, and I heard a gut-wrenching snap as he ripped the poor sod in two, the noise alone making me gag. At least it was over quickly.

Fortunately, when I turned back around, the body was already gone. Only my mate was still there, whimpering and limping as he approached me. He was pressing a paw on his injured side and was visibly in pain. At least he wasn't bleeding. In fact, as he came closer, a bunch of silvery pellets dropped out of his fur, repelled by his rapidly regenerating flesh.

Once I was in reach, James tenderly wrapped his paws around me, the same ones that had ended two lives mere moments ago, and he gently lifted me up against his chest as another gush of his roiling emotions popped into my mind. I sensed satisfaction about the successful revenge, but also tension and a primal bloodlust, a desire to maim and destroy that drove a chilling shiver down my spine and intimidated me more than his blood-soaked paws ever could. Meanwhile, his ears swiveled and flicked restlessly as he scouted the area, growling and panting heavily as he searched for more targets to kill and eviscerate.

The last time I had been this terrified of the werewolf had been the first time we met, back at the company restroom, but before my fear could escalate into terror, it managed to penetrate his mindless rage. With a confused blink, the beast halted his search and looked at me, his glowing yellow eyes losing their murderous shine as he slowly remembered why he was doing what he was doing. Whimpering softly, he pressed me even closer against his broad chest and smothered me with his fluff. His blind rage finally lessened, and a warm flutter replaced my dread, as well as a distant, muffled murmur love. mine. always. keep.

"Thanks," I breathed into his pelt. I was too weak, too spent, too exhausted to say anything more. I just wanted this to be over, but we were still on hostile territory, an unknown number of enemies lurking in the woods around us. But at least in his arms, I felt somewhat safe, safe enough to relax with a sigh and cuddle his warm, fluffy body like a giant teddy bear.

Holding me with one arm, James left the cliff and went back into the forest. I wasn't sure where he was going until the smell of ash and burnt wood wafted around my nose again, making me choke and gag. For some reason, he was heading back to the ruins of his home, the place where I had almost lost my life, but fortunately, he didn't return to the smoking stumps of the treehouse's foundation. I didn't know if I could've handled that. Instead, he emerged on top of the quarry to look for something among the massive boulders. After a quick search, he retrieved a single black safe from a crack between two rocks, and after making sure that it was still intact, he finally moved back into the forest, away from that hideous spot.

However, not even a few yards further, we stumbled upon the next surprise. A lone guy was standing between a few trees with his zipper wide open, pissing mindlessly into the bushes until he happened to turn his head and spotted us. His eyes widened at the sight of the towering, blood-soaked werewolf, his jaw dropped, and he froze in place like a deer in the headlights. If he hadn't finished peeing moments ago, he definitely would've pissed himself right now.

James was just as shocked by the encounter as the man before us, flinching and grunting sharply. The wind must've blown in the wrong direction, dissipating the man's scent while the noisy rustling of the leaves had deceived his ears. Now, he stood there, staring at the guy while contemplating how to deal with him.

Since the guy wasn't wearing a backpack or any appropriate hiking gear, it was pretty clear that he had arrived with the other werewolf hunters, but they hadn't given that poor sod a single weapon, so he didn't stand a chance against my mate. He even was within arm's reach, so the werewolf could've finished him with a single swipe and disappeared into the wilderness before anyone else noticed. That was all he had to know to make his decision, and he prepared to attack.

I could already feel his muscles flexing, and I averted my eyes not to watch the massacre, but for some reason, James hesitated the moment before he struck and looked at me questioningly. I wasn't sure what to do or say to the towering werewolf. I was still trembling and fearing for my life. Still on hostile ground, I almost expected that the other hunters would burst from the bushes at a moment's notice and bring this to an end, so I only wanted to leave, to move away from here as quickly and far as possible. "Leave. Please," I croaked, and to my surprise, James nodded.

My plea had been the true answer he had been waiting for all along. Without missing a beat, the werewolf turned away from the terror-stricken man and just jumped into the underbrush, carrying me and the safe away from the ruins.

Once James was on the move, he quickly picked up speed and raced through the woods as fast as possible. The trees and boulders around us merged into a blur, and every step shook my body to the core. However, despite the breakneck pace, I felt safer than before. Given the circumstances, there was currently no better place to be than in his arms, and he knew this forest better than anyone else, so I was confident that the hunters couldn't catch us.

After a few more minutes, the shock from the encounter had finally subsided enough that I was able to process everything that had happened -- or rather, what hadn't happened. For once, that guy had never called for help, not even after our departure. Maybe he had just been scared stiff and speechless? Or perhaps he had decided to stay quiet to avoid blame? Or had he been there on his own, after all? In any case, I was endlessly happy that we had been able to leave unharried. I was also still puzzled by James's reaction. Even now, I could sense his anger, his frustration, and his primal bloodlust, a hunger left unsatisfied, but two words from me had swayed his mind? Had he relinquished the clean, easy kill because of me? "Why didn't you... kill him?"

The werewolf picked me up by the scruff and lifted me up without slowing his pace. He licked me over the face and pressed the tip of his muzzle against my lips in a symbolic kiss before he slipped me back against his chest, hugging me tightly and shoving my face into his warm, dense fur. Love, relief, and even a touch of gratitude mingled with his darker moods, eventually even overturning them. After everything that had happened, so short after experiencing the loss of his treehouse and the nerve-racking encounter with the werewolf hunters, he still managed to feel happiness, and suddenly I realized that he was only still happy because of me. He was glad that I survived and that he could hold me in his arms, the relief weighing heavier than everything else, his other loss and even his thirst for revenge.

This realization was too much for my poor brain. I broke and burst into tears, sobbing and choking heart-rendingly while the cumulative burden of the day crashed down on me. I wept tears of relief and sadness, lamenting the loss of another home and processing my near-death experience. I kept bawling for what could've been minutes, perhaps even hours, but the crying proved restorative, alleviating my fear and sorrow.

Finally, after a small eternity, my tears dried up, and my mind cleared from the emotional overload. I felt like I was waking up from a terrible nightmare, but thankfully, I did so in the best place possible, in the embrace of my big, furry lover, and as he carried me through the woods, everything that had transpired so far blurred and faded into a mere memory, almost as if it hadn't really happened; as if the treehouse was just waiting around the next corner. But as I peeked over James's shoulder, the forest around us was strange and foreign. For better or worse, we were far away from our former, ruined home and the hunters, and while I was physically incapable of shedding another tear, the loss still pained me.

Hours turned into more hours, but James never stopped running. His thundering steps echoed through the forest as he pressed on and on, to whatever destination, but since I had my face buried against his chest, I could hardly even tell which direction we were going. Not that it mattered anyway. All it mattered was that I was with him, safe and protected. With him, I would gladly travel to the end of the world, especially now that there was nothing else left. Everything I had ever possessed in my life was gone for good, but that was okay. Every second, I heard his powerful heartbeat, felt his strong arms and warm fur, and experienced his unconditional, profound love, and this was all I needed. I still struggled to decipher his chaotic, fuzzy thoughts, and yet, the energy his restless, feral mind shared with me empowered and fed me quite literally, for even as the sun neared the horizon, I felt neither hungry nor thirsty.

The day had left its mark on me regardless, though, and as the sunlight dimmed and muddied into a drowsy orange, a wave of fatigue enveloped me. I wasn't alone with that feeling, as I heard the werewolf yawn at the top of his lungs, his maw falling wide open and his sharp teeth blinking in the twilight. Finally, his stomping slowed, and we came to a halt on a small clearing. Not missing a beat, the beast set me down on the grass and dropped the safe next to me. I groaned with mild disappointment, sluggishly reaching out with my arms as I already missed the feeling of his powerful, fluffy chest, but he ignored me entirely and started to sniff and look around the clearing instead.

"Hey, James, what are you looking for?" I asked with a tinge of frustration.

The werewolf perked his ears, but he didn't look up. Fascinated with a particular spot on the forest floor, he started to claw at it, and I suddenly heard a metallic noise followed by a dull thunk. Just like that, he lifted a rusty, mossy manhole cover out of the soil, and that could only mean one thing. With a tired grunt, I got up on my knees and shuffled toward my mate only to discover a gaping entrance to an underground hideout next to him. A set of rusty iron rungs lead into the dusky hole, but even in the twilight of the advancing evening, I could make out a small, round chamber at the bottom. "Oh wow, that's really convenient. Just a shelter in the middle of nowhere. Did you know about this?"

The werewolf nodded with a big grin, and from the thoughts he was broadcasting, I sensed that he was the one who had built it. Still, it was an impressive feat that he had managed to locate and reach the shelter after everything that had happened today.

"Is this... our new home? It looks a little... tight."

This time, James vigorously shook his head, making me understand that it was only a temporary solution while he picked up the safe. But perhaps I was just imagining it because I really didn't want to spend my whole life in this tiny bunker, or even just a year.

"Alright. But for the night, it'll do."

The werewolf nodded again, but instead of waiting for me to climb down the ladder myself, he impatiently picked me up and hopped into the hole. Then, he quickly slid the manhole cover back into place, locked it with a twist of his paw, and flicked a switch. A single light bulb on the roof came to life, dousing the narrow space in a dim, orange glow and revealing its sparse furnishing. One half was taken up by a desk, a couple of lead acid batteries, some chaotic wiring, and a shelf stacked with canned and air-sealed food, tissues, gas cylinders. The bare essentials for survival. The other half was occupied by a simple double bed with a metal frame, two old mattresses, and a coarse, thin blanket, just big enough to hold his hulking body. In fact, the space was so tight that the massive werewolf filled most of the available space all by himself, and within the first minute, the air was already brimming with his heavy musk. But for me, the familiar scent made the otherwise barren hideout much more comfortable already.

"You know what? All things considered, this isn't the worst outcome. We're both still alive and have a place to sleep," I sighed. "I still got you, James, and whatever you're keeping in that safe."

Upon hearing my name, the werewolf's ears perked up, and he wagged his tail. He stopped fumbling with the shelves and turned around to me, embracing me once more with his big, strong arms. Leaving me no other choice, he carried me over to the bed and lay down, pressing me tightly against his broad chest. His glowing warmth engulfed me, and his powerful heartbeat calmed my mind. At least for the moment, we were no longer fleeing. We were at peace, just us two, with nothing else to worry about.

Huddled against the werewolf, fatigue finally overwhelmed me, but before I could close my eyes and drift off to sleep, James pulled me up to his muzzle. The hulking werewolf peered at me with half-lidded eyes, slow pants, and a tranquil expression, looking more exhausted than I had ever seen him before. The day had achieved the impossible and turned the restless, mighty beast into a big, sleepy puppy. After a minute of silent adoration, he parted his lips and tenderly licked my face, from my chin to my forehead. His saliva was even more healing than usual, and with every lick, he brushed away another few of my worries and concerns, softened my mind, and distracted me from the troublesome day so far. With his warm breath washing over my face, there was nothing else to worry about.

After a dozen licks, James finally stopped his sloppy affection, and his tongue targeted my lips, poking and prodding them for access. Without another thought, I opened my mouth and allowed him to slide his massive, warm muscle inside, fully expecting him to push it all the way in. However, for once, he didn't overpower me and claim my throat but left it at a shallow, loving tongue kiss, pouring all his passion into this one everlasting moment. Through our mental link, I sensed the word love again and again while he caressed my head and back with gentle strokes. He continued for a little while until his affections slowed, and his thoughts fell silent. Finally, the werewolf closed his eyes, and with a deep sigh, he fell asleep at the break of the night. He was so spent that not even the rise of the moon could empower him.

A serene smile rested on my lips as I gently disengaged from the werewolf's muzzle and cuddled up against his neck. "I love you, James." As I was alone with my thoughts, the events of the day ran through my mind one last time, and the future seemed more uncertain than ever. I had given my home up not once but twice because of him, but I had ultimately come to terms with the loss. From now on, my home was wherever my mate was, even if it was just a dusky hole in the middle of nowhere. I was happy as long as he was by my side, caring for me and watching over me.