FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The hot sun of the savanna noon beat down upon your weary frame. You continued shuffling your aching feet across dusty plains that surrounded you in all directions as far the eye could see. Behind you, the annoyed growl and forceful shove to keep moving came from one of your captors. A gnoll. A 7 foot tall slab of muscle and teeth constantly staring daggers into your back was all it took to keep you from running. You didn't speak their language, but you're pretty sure the mutterings under her breath weren't wishes of good health.

You think back to how you even got in this mess in the first place. Anything to distract you from the misery you were currently trudging through. Two days ago, you boarded a plane to go on vacation back home. Work at the office had been steady but gruelling work. The dull day to day of paperwork was enough to drive even the most patient of men mad. So when the opportunity arose for you and some friends to getaway to a tropical beach you leapt at the chance with fervour. You had worn your finest Hawaiian shirt, and comfiest shorts your meagre pay could provide. Your friends were also on their own respective flights as they were all in different countries. Most of your friends were online only these days, and it seemed to only get harder to make real life friends.

As you boarded the plane you looked across the seats and scanned the faces of the other passengers. Mostly humans, although that was normal. You did manage to spot the occasional anthro board the plane after you. Most anthros were forced to be seated last due to their various needs and accommodations. You saw a canine (those were always pretty common even for anthros), a feline (again, nothing out of the ordinary), next came a horse (looked to be returning home), and much to your surprise a rhino (the giant of a man was the last to board the plane and had a separate area reserved for him).

You were awkwardly sat beside a sheep woman, and a businessman. The sheep woman's wool was constantly spilling over onto your seat and even onto your face at times. You wondered if it was worth complaining to a staff member about, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. The plush feel of her coat was actually nice after a while. The man to your left relentlessly typed away at a small laptop sequestered in front of him. He had decided early on in the flight that your arm rest belonged to him. With another sigh you relaxed into your seat and closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

What rest you got was ripped away from you when violent gusts of turbulence rocked the plane like a ship at sea. Your pilot had assured the cabin that everything was under control, but a quick look out the window revealed his lie immediately. Somehow the thunderstorm had struck one of the plane's engines causing it to blow up. With one engine down and a raging storm outside the pilot had decided to descend. Unfortunately, the wind had also decided on the same trajectory. Your stomach slammed into your gut as the plane began to descend. If you hadn't had your seatbelt on you might have fallen out of your chair. The ground approached faster than the pilot could correct for with only a single engine at his command.

A single, “Brace for impact!" was all the Captain managed before touchdown. You'd never forget what that felt like. Knowing your death was moments away. Everything went black right before you hit the ground. When you finally began to open your eyes you were being shaken awake. A large canine in a torn and burned business suit had his paws on my shoulders as he gently shook me awake. “Hey buddy, wake up! C'mon, easy now… There you are." He said as your vision focused on his face. He unbuckled your seat belt and helped you up onto unsteady feet. The smell of smoke choked the cabin air as he led you outside and into fresh air. The plane had gone down. Hard. Half of the plane wasn't even recognizable anymore when you stared at it. You shuddered to think of what remained inside the burning remains of the other half of the cabin.

A pretty big group of you had survived. Turns out you were the last person to wake up from the crash, and the canine who had woken you up was an air marshal. You remembered him saying something about rescue already being close. The captain had managed to send a mayday signal out to air control before the crash. It was only a matter of time before rescue arrived. Of course, you had no idea where you were but at least rescue was coming.

A quick look of your surroundings placed you in the savanna. You were flying over it when the storm struck the plane. You had heard bad rumours of places in the wild like this. Places where laws mean little when civilization is days away. Places where humans and anthros alike behave more akin to monsters. Some of those fears were abated when the air marshal unholstered a concealed pistol from beneath his suit. Though you had no idea why any bandit would be intimidated by a single pistol. Time passed slowly waiting for rescue. After two days of waiting, relief finally showed up. A vehicular caravan of law enforcement, medical workers, and transport back to safety. They hadn't brought any food, but they did bring water. Soon you were in the back of a large truck on the dirt road to civilization. Your hawaiian shirt had been ruined, but at least you were alive, right?

Wrong. The truck came to a screeching halt as dozens of shouting voices and ear ringing gunshots sounded out. The entire convoy had stopped. You looked around to see why and your heart sank when you saw the reason. Gnolls. Tall brutish figures holding beat up assault rifles and riding busted ATVs. Just like you heard in all those stories. The entire convoy was surrounded on all sides by the bandits. All of them shouting something in a language you couldn't understand. Turns out they were demanding compensation for trespassing upon their lands. The largest of the gnolls stepped out in front of the leading truck. She toted a dusty M60 machine gun on her shoulder and levelled it at the caravan. She barked out an order in that same strange language and all of the law enforcement began speaking amongst themselves. You had a bad feeling when that canine air marshal put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you out of the truck. He sat you down on a pile of gear and supplies on the side of the road beside the caravan and got back in the truck himself. The look on his face conveyed more sorry than words could at that moment. When the gnoll leader came to inspect you and the pile your heart sank when she smirked. A long slow lick of her razor sharp teeth was all it took to realise you were the payment.

With a thumbs up and a bark from the large gnoll woman you watch in disbelief as the rescue caravan slowly drives off without you into the night. Once the dust settles and the convoy is nothing but dots you realised just how fucked you were. Dozens of gnolls approach you and the pile of assorted supplies. You're quickly surrounded by a crowd of gnolls male and female alike. The male gnolls were quickly shoved and elbowed to the side by the larger and more muscular females. They all seemed to be arguing with each other in that strange language. The only one who wasn't seemed to be the leader. Her eyes were locked squarely on you as she stared down at you with a wicked look of contempt on her face. A short while later you found yourself marching through the night as the female gnolls rode ATVs.

This brought you back to the stinging reality of your current predicament. The stock of an assault hits the back of your skull and you fall forward into dirt and dry grass. The heat and exhaustion had made you stumble and wait for a mere moment. That moment was enough to annoy the female gnoll tasked with watching you on the way back to their camp. The irate gnoll began yelling angrily at you as you struggled to get back on your feet. A swift kick to the ribs brought you right back down to the hard savannah soil. You faintly hear an ATV engine rev and approach before an even louder and angrier voice begins to bellow in your direction. You look up to see the gnoll leader barking something to the one that had hit you. The leader rips the rifle from the smaller one's hands and hits her in the head with the stock of the rifle as she did to you. The gnoll leader barks one final insult and points at me before riding back to the front of the convoy.

You feel the rough strong hands of the gnoll woman helping you up. Once you're back on your feet she turns to you and mumbles what you think is an apology. You can only nod and turn to start the endless march again. The sun is setting by the time the convoy marches back to camp. The supplies left by your previous saviours were carried by the male hyenas on foot while the females rode the ATVs and served as protectors. The encampment itself was pretty large. Consisting of a few dozen dirt huts and several larger wood structures. The marching convoy dropped off the supplies at a storehouse before returning to their regular business. Whatever it was that gnolls did all day. Besides killing and eating people. You however, were ushered to a different building. It was basically a holding cell. Nothing inside but a straw bed and a bowl for a toilet. The straw bed smelled but it was better than nothing. Sleep came easy to such an exhausted man. You didn't dream. Instead you awoke to a horrible smell. Opening your groggy eyes made you yelp in surprise, but your yelp was immediately cut short by a large furry paw grasping your throat. “Easy… Or Zenna break," your assailant said in heavily accented english. Your eyes struggled to focus in the dimly lit room, but the lone torch illuminating the room helped reveal who exactly you were dealing with.

It was a gnoll, obviously. However you immediately recognized the piercing amber eyes of the gnoll's leader. Guess her name was Zenna… When she was this close you could really take in just how much bigger she was than you. You barely made it to 6 feet tall. Zenna was easily 8 feet tall and wider than any linebacker you'd ever seen. Messy short dark brown hair adorned her head with one side shaved; a bit like a punk would like. A distinct scar ran over one of her eyes and the side of her muzzle. Looked to be made by a claw. Her fuzzy brown fur was interrupted by darker spots and scars. She wore a dirty set of military fatigues, but her chest was covered by layers of cloth tied around her torso. Probably to keep her tits from getting in the way during fights. What caught your attention most was how she smelled. It was her breath that first woke you up. A heavy mix of morning breath and half rotted meat. With her muzzle currently inches away from your face every exhale washed the putrid air over you.

Zenna studied your face for a moment as you stared at her. Her paw slowly let go of your throat and instead held your shoulder. She seemed to sniff the air for a moment before licking her lips just like she did when she first locked eyes with you. “Human smell… good. Zenna keep. Mine," she said before immediately lurching forward and chomping on your shoulder. Her teeth sunk into your tender flesh as blood oozed out and stained your shirt. You tried to scream in pain but no sound came out of your mouth. Instead Zenna bit down hard enough to make you see stars before releasing you from the bite. Your back hit the straw mattress with a dull thud. The only thing you could focus on was the intense feeling of pain radiating from your shoulder. Zenna peeled your shirt back to inspect her work. Fresh blood oozed out of the teeth shaped holes. She grinned and giggled quietly to herself. Her teeth stained red with your blood. Large paws easily pick you up and you're thrown over her shoulder. You don't bother struggling but you do help yourself to the view. Despite her rather monstrous appearance, her body is anything but. Wide hips accompanied by enough ass to support her large frame. Her legs alone could probably crush human bone, let alone a watermelon. Soon you're carried into one of the larger buildings and into a bedroom. You're thrown onto an old mattress, and before you can fully sit up a paw wraps itself around your throat and pushes you back down onto the bed. Zenna straddles your legs and her large body looms over you.

Her scent hits you first. A heavy mix of earthy mulch and her own musk. The fog practically emanates from her crotch. Your inadvertent gasp fills your lungs with the heady smell. It certainly is strong but not horrible. Clawed hands grab at your waistline until they find the hem of your pants. They're easily yanked off and thrown away somewhere behind her. Zenna's free paw instantly goes for your dick. Rough leathery pads begin stroking and massaging your shaft as she begins giggling to herself. You hate to admit it, but it takes no time at all for you to get hard; something Zenna surely took notice of. You didn't even see her shed her pants, but you can feel the heat coming off of her mound. That whole thing about hyena women having dicks? Total bullshit. You can barely make out the drooling slit before it violently slams onto your pelvis. Your mind goes blank as you feel nothing but how painfully tight she is, and how hot she is inside. Powerful internal muscles work your shaft as she begins pistoning up and down on you, all while Zenna giggles manically under her breath Your hands grab and pry at the paw wrapped around your throat, but it's as if her arm is made of steel. Breathing becomes difficult when she starts leaning on the hand on your neck. You frantically tap at her wrist in an attempt to get her to ease up. “Acha kucheka, nyama!" she barks with a low gruff voice. Zenna puts both of her paws on your arms to hold you down, but her pace increases significantly. You feel your own orgasm coming like a freight train. You stopped struggling a while ago at this point. Instead, you try your best to enjoy the ride; as rough as it is anyways. It seems Zenna is nearing the edge as well. You can feel her legs starting to tremble with each bounce. Your vision goes white when Zenna slams down as hard as she physically can onto you. Her inner walls squeeze and milking your member for all it's worth. Zenna collapses on top of you, and doesn't even bother pulling your dick out. Instead, she wraps her arms around you and rolls onto her side with a huff. You're buried in a mountain of fur and muscle with your head trapped in the valley between Zenna's large breasts. Her scent is so strong with your nose pressed into her fur. Trying to move is fruitless; she's got her limbs locked around your body. So instead you give up and surrender back to the restful embrace of sleep. The lull of her heartbeat helped ease what tired bits of worry remained. You'd figure out how to escape tomorrow. Probably.

Light shone through the cracks of the boarded up window and onto your face. The heat of the sun helps stir your awakening as your eyes creak open. Fuck, thats right. You were still somewhere in Africa, and being held captive by gnolls. Speaking of gnolls, Zenna is nowhere to be seen. Looking around the room reveals a bit of its large furry inhabitant. Being the leader of a pack had perks. Real furniture, a few working electronics, and even a lock on your door. Shit, the door was locked. Not that you were very surprised. A random assortment of weapons were laid neatly in a corner by the bed. Guess Zenna didn't trust her clan enough to not sleep with a weapon. Wait, weapons? No way she just left you with her personal weapons stache. The sound of barking and yelling draws your attention. Sounds like an argument in that weird language, and sounds like Zenna is in the middle of it. This was your chance. She must have left suddenly to deal with whatever was going on out there. “Zenna, mwandamu yuko wapi? Hayupo gerezani. Lakini jela ina harufu yako!" one of the gnoll women yelled. “Yeye sio waswasi wako." Zenna replied harshly. You didn't have a fucking clue what any of that meant, but you didn't really care. You picked up a dusty, yet relatively clean AK-47 and fumbled with finding the correct magazine for it. Shit, which way did the magazine rock in? You also manage to find your rudely discarded pants. Just then you hear the arguing outside come to a head.

“Ninanusa mbegu yake kwako, Zenna!" “Tayari umemchukua, sivyo!" “Nilidhani tutamshirikisha?" All of the other gnoll women seemed to be yelling directly at Zenna now. “Je, kiongozi wa kundi ni nani hapa? Nani anapata chaguo la kwanza katika kila kitu? Mimi!" That was definitely Zenna shouting. That outcry seemed to disperse the crowd as they grumbled away. You stood up and aimed the rifle towards the door. You chambered a round just as the door began to open. Zenna stepped into the room with a huff, and quickly locked the door. She didn't want anyone interrupting her time with her human. Zenna freezes when she turns around. Her eyes go wide when she sees that not only are you awake, but you've got a rifle loaded and pointed directly at her. “Don't fucking move…" you try to say with a bit of authority despite the sweating running down your back. You see one of Zenna's ears flick and a wide grin spreads across her face. Your eyes fixate on every single one of her razor sharp teeth. The same teeth that found themselves buried in your flesh the night before. Zenna takes a step forwards, her hands still raised and grinning like a maniac. You death grip the rifle, and aim directly at her. A bead of sweat runs down your temple. “I said don't move!" you yell, more frantically this time. Zenna takes another step forward with a giggle. You pull the trigger.

*Click* “Huh?" *click, click, click* Time slows down for a moment as you process how much of a moron you are. What happened? Magazine was in, the gun was cocked and loaded, but… Ah, there it is. Safety was on. Unlucky. Your eyes drift back up to see the image of a 7 foot tall gnoll charging towards you full force. *Slam.* Your vision goes red and your eyes lose focus, but you keep hold of the rifle. One of your hands drops to the side of the rifle to fumble for the safety. A fist the size of your head backhands you and sends you stumbling to the side. *click* Safety is off. You shoulder the rifle and spin to fire at Zenna, but the large Gnoll doesn't enter your vision. It only takes a moment for your brain to register her lack of presence, but it's a moment too much. A large furry arm suddenly wraps around your throat from behind. You try to gasp but no air leaves you. In a fit of desperation you slam the stock of the rifle into Zenna's side; behind you. The rifle stock feels like it's hitting steel. Your eyes begin to drop as your lungs struggle for air. The rifle hits the ground and your hands desperately pull at the muscular arm. Your hand can barely even grab at the large forearm, and tapping for mercy rewards you with nothing. The world slowly goes black as the last thing you hear is Zenna's giggling along with the teasing line, “Nice try, meat."

When you wake up it feels as if you've been run over by a truck. You try to sit up only for the throbbing pain in your skull to get worse. So instead, you simply lay back on your elbows and look around. The drab brown colour of the bricks that made up your cell were a welcome sight from the angry gnoll you were previously faced with. Seems like you were put back here after you passed out. You lay your aching head back onto the straw bed and sigh. You still had no way out of here, and if you didn't find one soon you probably weren't going to be able to walk out. Laying back with a sigh you close your eyes and try to ignore your bleeding temple. Different voices and sounds rung out from the busy village into your small jail cell. You could clearly hear the sound of an engine, the sound of a tool hitting dirt, and an argument.

The sound of an approaching conversation draws your attention. The clunking sound of a heavy metal lock sounds out and your cell door swings open. 2 gnolls duck into your jail cell, and turn to look directly at you. You can't help but try and back away on your elbows as they approach. “Kwa hiyo ni yeye?" “Ndiyo. Inaonekana amekasirika kidogo." The gnoll with more greyish fur leans in to inspect you like cattle. Gnolls always smelt so strongly, and she was no different. You take in the sun soaked scent of mulch and firewood. She peels your shirt back to reveal the deep bite wounds inflicted by Zenna. “Tch, inaonekana tayari amemtia alama." She grabs your chin and rotates your head to get a better look at the wound on your head. Upon inspecting the cut caused by Zenna's backhand she shakes her head slowly while looking at you. “Hakujua kinsi ya kutunza vinyago vyake." She grabs your head with both hands and opens her maw. Dozens of fangs make their presence known to you, and you can't help but try to fight her off. The other gnoll woman kneels down and puts her large paw on your shoulder. Her reddish fur contrasted her grey friend. Her expression almost looked like pity. Did gnolls even feel pity?

Your question is answered as the grey gnoll woman begins running her tongue over your still bloody temple. You whelp at the sensation and sting, but her hands hold your skull firm. Not painfully tightly, but like you would hold a pet at the vet. Once the wound is sufficiently “cleaned" she leans back and inspects her work. After digging around in a shoulder bag, the grey one begins tying cloth strip around your head and over the wound. “Anaonjaje?" the reddish gnoll asked. “Unataka kujua?" responded the grey one asked as she peeled your shirt back and revealed your bloody shoulder. The reddish gnoll kneeled in front of you as well and grabbed your shoulders. Her piercing blue eyes are what caught your attention first. Icy, cold, and full of intelligence. Or was it hunger? Her tongue slowly ran over her lips as she eyed you before quickly pulling you close and running her rough tongue over the deep puncture wounds on your shoulder. You shudder and hold her back as she does her work. Part of you wonders if she's enjoying this a little too much as you notice her tail wagging slowly behind her. When she's this close you can't help but notice her scent was different as well. The heavy scent of mulch was there, but also something sweet like fruit. When she finally pulls back your shoulder is a slobbery mess. As she bandages the wounds closed you wonder if you had just contracted any diseases or parasites. Oh well, you appreciated the gesture anyways. Whatever was in a gnoll's saliva seemed to dull the pain of your wounds.

You had honestly expected a beating when the two entered your cell, but were thankfully wrong. The two have a short conversation before leaving again. You follow them all the way to the door only for them to close it in front of you. After locking the cell door the greyish gnoll takes the large clunky iron key and boops your nose while sticking her tongue out at you. The pair walk away giggling as you lean your head against the bars. With a sigh you relinquish to lay back down and wait out the day. You close your eyes and eventually fall back asleep.

You dream of home. Your messy little apartment, and your dead end job. Any escape from the current situation. You can't help but miss the simple comforts of home. Mainly air conditioning. You haven't stopped sweating since the plane first crashed and it's been driving you nuts. The dream of shitting up a bavarian sheep shearing thread is interrupted by the obnoxious sound of giggling. The voices are low and rough, but are giddy like children. When your eyes open you're greeted by not one, but two gnolls inches away from your face. “Jesus Christ!" you yelp out as you scramble backwards. The pair of gnoll women break out into what you can only describe as a cacophony of shrill laughter. You sit there staring at them still breathing heavily from your momentary panic. As they laugh you notice the two gnolls look eerily similar to each other. Wait, no you spot that one of them has their hair in braids. Other than that though, the two are identical right down to the fur pattern. The two settle down after a few minutes and turn back to you. It only takes a second for them to look at each other before grins spread across their faces. The one with the braids grabs your leg and drags you forwards, and the other gets behind you to hold your arms behind your back. “Hey, no fucking fair!" you shout while kicking at her. Your heel connects with her jaw with a solid thump sound. This only causes her to start giggling as she goes back to fumbling with your pants.

The pair are halfway through undressing you when a gunshot rings out. Everyone freezes, even you. Another gunshot sounds off followed by shouting and a burst of gunfire. Suddenly there's shouting everywhere outside, and the gunfire is happening regularly. The twins immediately shove you away and dart out of the cell, while making sure to slam the door shut behind them. You're left scrambling on the dirt floor trying to put your clothes back on. As you stand back up you silently hope that the attackers aren't any worse than the gnolls. At least most of them hadn't outright tortured you. You felt more violated than anything.

You hadn't heard a locking sound when the twins had run outside. Maybe they forgot to lock the door in their panic? Bingo. The door swings open and you peak your head outside. You see the small gnoll village in chaos as a group of lions rain gunfire from a nearby truck convoy. Most gnolls, male and female, have taken cover while others shoot back. You had to make this count as this could be your only chance to escape. You try to remember where the gnolls kept their vehicles. You remember seeing the ATV riding gnolls veer off from the main path when you walked into the camp. You scan the ground for tire tracks, and make a guess. Trying to move from cover to cover makes you feel like an idiot, but you try your best. Getting shot would definitely hinder any chance of your escape. You spot what looks like a horse stable, but is instead filled with ATV's.

Running into the storage area you immediately go to an ATV. Your buddy used to let you ride his family's ATVs so you've got a decent idea of what you're doing. Throttle here, brake there, and the key… Nice! They left the keys in the ignition! You're about to hop onto the ATV when you spot something in the corner. There's a male gnoll cowering in the corner staring at you. The two of you lock eyes, and freeze. Your eyes dart back and forth between him and the ATV in front of you. He shakes his head with a pleading look on his face. Seems like he was in charge of the storage. He puts his paws together in a bid of desperation, and you simply offer a thumbs up as you hop onto the bike. You turn the key and hear the engine roar to life. The small gnolls sighs as he watches you ride off; he was going to get in so much trouble for that…

The confused faces of male and female gnolls pass you by as you race through the camp at full throttle. You turn down onto the path towards the exit, and your heart drops at what you see in front of you. In front of the exit of the camp is a convoy of trucks and bikes. Lions rain gunfire from behind the vehicles towards the gnoll camp. As you speed towards the exit you notice nearly a dozen faces turning to see what was coming. Nearly all of them share the same dumbfounded expression at seeing a human on one of their ATVs. Your scanning eyes lock with the gnoll closest to the exit. Carrying a metal riot shield with an M60 resting on top is Zenna. Her expression was the most confused of anyone. Even the gang of lions stop firing and simply watch as you ride past them and down onto the main road. A few moments after you're out of sight the gunfight starts back up. At first you don't understand why nobody shot at you. Then you realise a moment later after running out of breath that it was because you were screaming like a bitch the entire time. Turning back you see the camp and firefight growing smaller in the distance. With a sigh of relief you can't help but laugh to yourself. Did you really just get away with that? The hawaiian shirt billowing in the wind behind you confirmed that yes, you did just get away with that.

The sun had long since gone down when you decided to stop. Tapping on the ATV's gas gauge revealed you were nearly empty. Stopping in what you hoped was a safe spot you leaned against the ATV and shut your eyes. You barely feel yourself nod off when you fall asleep. When your eyes creak open the world is still dark. Your eyes try to focus on two brightly shining stars in front of you. As your eyes come to focus your brain kicks into gear and you immediately recognize the outline of a truck headed right for you. You're on your feet and onto the ATV in moments, but it's moments you can't spare. The engine roars to life and the tires skid a bit before biting into the dirt. You had hoped they wouldn't set out after you until morning, but gnolls were stubborn. The aching wound on your shoulder only felt worse as you thought about who was probably in that truck.

As fast as you feel on the ATV a truck is faster. The throttle is all the way down as the headlights of the truck begin to shine past you. Tall savanna grass and shrubs whizz past you, and the headlights veer off to the side. The truck slowly pulls up to the side of you and you get a good look at who's chasing you. Yeah, you figured it was Zenna. She looks furious as she turns to you and snarls. Without even a word she pulls out a sawn off double barrel shotgun and aims it at you. Well, it was a good run. *BAM* The sound is deafening and stuns you for a moment, but you're not dead. Looking forwards again reveals her target as your engine has now been replaced by a flaming wreck. The entire front half of the front of the ATV is on fire, and your arms scream in pain from the heat. You let go and shield yourself from the flames only to turn your head and see the quickly approaching side of a truck. The impact sends you and the ATV rolling into the dirt.

Your world spins until abruptly coming to a sudden stop that knocks the wind out of you. When your head finally stops spinning you see the starry savanna sky above. Lifting your head takes a bit of effort but you're greeted with the sight of the burning remains of the ATV sitting upon your right leg. You try to lift the ATV but it's pointless at the angle you're in, plus the adrenaline is starting to wear off. You begin to feel the heat of the burning wreck on your leg, but the screech of brakes draws your attention. You don't bother to turn your head as you hear familiar heavy boots approaching. Zenna's upside down form comes into view before kneeling beside you. “Mwanaume mjinga… Angalia ulichonifanya nifanye." she mumbles as she inspects the ATV on top of you. With a shake of her head she mutters something to herself and reaches to her side. Your eyes widen when you spot the shine of a machete in her paw. “W-wait! Just lift the ATV! I-I'll be okay! Please!" you scream as you try to push her away, but it's pointless. Zenna pins you to the dirt with one arm as raises the machete. Both your hands grab her forearms, and you shut your eyes tight. The pain is sharp, but blinding. Your vision goes unsteady from the pain, but you can tell that your right leg is free now. You lay there shaking in pain when suddenly you're dragged backwards, and Zenna approaches the ATV again. The fire lets out a soft orange glow as the gnoll approaches the burning wreck. She rips off a solid piece of metal that's still glowing hot. One paw presses your chest into the ground and your world turns to hell. Searing hot pain makes your vision blur and you let out a scream. The second time is nearly as bad if not worse. The scream you let out is more of a whimper this time as you pass out halfway through. You don't remember much of the ride back. You remember Zenna carrying you to the truck. She held you close to her chest, and kept whispering things to you. You remember laying in the truck with your head on her lap looking up at her. One hand never left your cheek as she gently ran her thumb up and down your face. The last thing you remember that night is her sighing and mumbling, “Mjinga…"

Epilogue

The small government caravan rolled through the savanna roads without stopping. They had been travelling like this for days. Something about delivering medical and essential supplies to a struggling village. The wolf sighed to himself. It was always the same crap. Go on a delivery, get ambushed, return home. He was starting to think this was just some sort of game to get these bandits to leave major towns alone. Didn't matter to him, as long as he made it home. His routine rumination was interrupted by the lead vehicle screeching to a halt in front of them. The driver slammed on the breaks, and the truck lurched to a stop. Dylan's feet hit the dirt and he walked out front to see what it was this time. A single gnoll woman on a motorcycle stood in the middle of the road with a dusty rifle pointed at the lead car. The hills surrounding the convoy soon revealed themselves to be hiding dozens more gnolls. Dylan looked around as sweat ran down his back. No matter how many times this happened he never enjoyed being surrounded. As his eyes scanned the hills he spotted something that made his ears stand at attention. On one of the hills there stood a gnoll woman head and shoulders above the rest in height and size. In her arms she wasn't holding a rifle, but a baby instead. By her side stood a male, but he didn't look like a gnoll. It took him a few seconds to realise the scraggly form was actually a human. The two seemed to have a short conversation before the human began driving up to the front of the convoy. Dylan had always hated being the one to negotiate, but he already had a proven track record with this clan. A couple years ago he had survived a plane crash and encountered these bandits. He had to leave all of their supplies behind as well as a young human man. These memories flashed through his mind as the ATV in front of him slowed to a halt. The man on the ATV was incredibly unkempt. His hair was long and messy, and his beard was equally as bad. The hawaiian shirt he wore was stained by all manner of blood and dirt. Bullet holes also accentuated the floral pattern of his ratty shirt. He also seemed to be missing half a leg. A crude metal boot looked to be serving as a replacement, The human stared unmoving at Dylan as if studying the wolf man. It took a few moments for the neurons in Dylan's mind to connect and he realised who exactly he was staring at. Before the wolf man could speak however, the human reached down and pulled out a sawn off double barrel shotgun and aimed it casually at Dylan. “Cargo, gas, valuables." he spoke flatly. Dylan froze for a moment before regaining his composure and nodding. Dylan turned around to speak to the rest of his convoy, but he heard the human sigh heavily to himself before driving back to the leader. After unloading all of their crago Dylan climbed back into the truck as the convoy turned around to go home. Looks like that village would have to wait for another supply run. He looked back at the dozens of gnolls that now surrounded the small pile of discarded resources. That large gnoll woman was inspecting their haul while still carrying her baby. The human beside her stared longingly at the convoy driving away. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close; her tail wagging the entire time. The last thing Dylan saw before turning around was the human looking turning to look up at the gnoll woman. She let go of his shoulder to hold his face in her large paw, and ran her thumb along his cheek. Dylan focused back on the road ahead of them with a sigh. He wondered if he had made the right call all that time ago.