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While most stories begin in the darkness, ours begins in the light of day. Our first target for this story, a slender feral wolf, long-limbed but still small for her size, with wise golden eyes lingering in a face highlighted with silver white. Our second, a black German shepherd with eyes more gold than brown, stepping into the trees for the first time in his rather young life. With neither large built, though the dog held faint promise of being terrifying with a broad chest and noble, slanted head.

The she-wolf, at the start of the days sleeps alone, devoid of her pack. The reason for it isn't seen, though it's clear from the shine to her silky coat to her sleek muscles that stretched like a sheath across her body. For now though, she sleeps, golden eyes shielded from the light as she breathed heavily and slowly. She was relaxed, only the faintest hint of movement making her toes twitch and her massive paws pedal the air as she dreams. We aren't to know what she dreams about at this moment, only that the slightest hint of a whine, drifting from her muzzle and disappearing into the air that draws the shepherd to her side...though he is not the first.

Indeed, he runs through trails, as hyperactive as any dog let off the leash and given the freedom to roam. Everything he can smell, he does. Everything he can mark as his, he does in his misguided sense of possession. But he's not completely alone. The pack that have made this place their home run with him, unseen in the trees and silent as they run paths they know better than the prey they hunt. They don't lift their voices in a call for a hunt, lacking their guiding light- the she-wolf who with her white coat leads their charge and makes their decisions for them.

Grey-coated individuals split off, wheeling towards the back of his trail and cover his betraying scent with their own, reaffirming that they own this place to any that may try and take their boundaries from them. Softly, they break off, having done their job and disappeared into the distance while they await the ringing cry that will draw them back to the star in their silent sky. Instead, it is the dog that stumbles across her when drawn by tiredness, his youthful energy depleted in his urge to drink.

His nose twitched before flaring, his sore paws stilling slightly before his head lifted and he let out a soft whine. There was water ahead, plenty of it and it was so fresh that he was lost to the scent. His paws pounded on the ground, beating fast as he raced headlong into the clearing where the river and the she-wolf sit. Her body is unseen in his run; his muzzle plunged into water as he drank thirstily. His pink tongue is dampened by the water, curling it into his muzzle as he sated the thirst that had had him panting.

Only once his thirst is quenched, as surely as a fire is put out by a bucket of water, did his head raise and his odd eyes fix on the dreaming white wolf and her soft whimpers as she dreamed. Like any dog, he didn't realise she was a wolf, plunging through the water noisily and then shaking so the water splattered her. Her whines stopped abruptly, her fur shifting all over her body before she leaped to all fours. Her hackles were lifted, from neck to hip and her teeth flashed in the light as a snarl forced its way from her throat into the space between them.

He slid to a stop, cringing to the ground as the animalistic sound echoed in his mind, drawing to something inside him that screamed of the danger a wolf could wreak on a dog. Nothing in him even allowed for an attack on her. Instead, he turned to the side on stiffened legs and presented her with the slab of his shoulder. Not even a growl prickled at his chest, which in turn eased the sounds slipping from the wolf's chest into silence.

And silence was what reigned, for minutes until the she-wolf broke it.

"What the hell do you think you were doing, rushing towards me and waking me up?! I could have ripped your throat out...or called to my brothers and sisters so they could have protected me." Her voice was low and silky, though the threat was implicit in her words. The dog himself was stunned, sinking onto his muscled haunches before he shook his head in disbelief.

"What the...how...how do you speak dog?" His voice was disbelieving, his head tilting to the side as he let out an inquiring whine.

She snorted softly, rolling her eyes before shaking her head in disbelief and glaring at him.

"We speak the same language, you idiot of a dog! Your sorry kind descended from the nobility of my own!" Her words were forced out of stiff lips as she remained on edge, stiffened and on the verge of growling. A shake was all that he did before his nose flared slightly, and his ears perked upright.

"If that's true...then I know what your scent means. I'm not as innocent as you may believe. My owner used me as a stud dog. He told me I was the strongest dog he'd bred and he should share that out. You are away from your brothers and your sisters because you need a male, aren't you?" His head cocked to the side, almost arrogantly and he bared his teeth in a grin. His amusement only grew when she spluttered and shook her head in reaction.

"N-no, not a-at all! I'm just waiting here for them to call to m-me. They need me m-more than I ne-need them." Her voice was spluttered, her ears splaying as she lied blatantly to his face...and she knew that he knew her lies. Her confidence was shattered as he lifted himself up and she realised he was larger than her by far. Her ears dropped back further, swivelling to flatten against her skull before darkness was all that filled her vision..

A cold nose under her tail had her yelping, launching herself up onto all fours before she spun on him with her teeth snapping viciously at his shoulder. He seemed to react just as instinctively, turning his shoulders back to her before whining quietly and dipping his head down in apology. When her snarls ebbed away, he bumped her body enthusiastically, speeding up the normal courtship. He nibbled her coat and touched noses with her, before bowing and tossing his head in front of her.

Speech wasn't entirely necessary, because by this time her lips curled in a gentle smile as she indulged the dog. Her tongue licked the water from his coat, her nose rested under his chin and she even bit him playfully until he rolled over and submitted to her more dominating personality and the wolfish need she had to be the dominant one. He returned the behaviour, snapping at her and bowling her over until their energy levels spiked and then it was a whole different story for the pair.

They bounced about excitedly, tails whipping the other in the face as they appeared to chase each other in a flowing circle of wagging tails and gentle nips. They were gentle still, even as the white wolf flagged her tail to the side and bowed her body down in invitation for him. He took the invitation enthusiastically, lunging upon her and shuffling his hind-legs eagerly. As his teeth seized hold of her scruff and tugged, she keened through his gruff growl.

He'd filled her already, sliding his shaft into place as his hips jerked him into place and the pair froze in this sordid tableau. A shiver ran down his back and seemed echoed by the wolf, though he was only able to still himself for half a dozen frantic heartbeats. Manic movements then filled the air as the dog humped against his newest conquest. His hips were a blur as the pair whimpered and yelped in delight, hips seeking that blissful moment when the world disappeared in a flash of light. He knew what was coming better than her as pressure began to build in his groin, and his thrusts became even more punishing.

She let out the occasional shriek of pain before both fell silent. Having been speared by the massive bulb that was his knot, her body was further pushed towards pleasure as he spun from on her. The knot was placing pressure on a point inside her where her veins boiled with heat and her voice lifted in shaky pleasure. She rippled around him as he spurted, stuffing her full as the dangling sac between his legs throbbed, tightening then releasing in heavy pulses.

The pair found themselves locked in their pleasure, locked together for more than half an hour, though soon they fell apart from each other, flopping panting to clean themselves up- though how long they'd be apart, no one would know...and indeed it wasn't long before her scent filled the air and he mounted her again. She was on her side this time, his paws planted on either side of her body as his hips lowered and once again the white she-wolf found herself filled by the dog's shaft once again.

Her body screamed as he stuffed her full, more than ready for her. Her body clutched against his shaft, able to feel each vein and ripple against her walls as his hips jerked him in roughly. She yelped and yipped in pleasure, her head tipping back as the to and froing of his hips sent her seesawing across the rock roughly. They weren't as entirely alone as they believed, the glimmer of eyes, her brothers and sisters, watched them. For three days, they mated; pairing themselves in as many positions as they were able to while her heat surrounded them.

She didn't take long to change; now her new mate had met the pack and her stomach was swelling. Despite his 'dog' title, he wasn't seen as being out of place. It took them a while to teach him how to hunt, but as she slowed down, he only grew stronger. Their bond was intense, the affection they felt clear among the wolves...and even more intent when he lost his collar the day that she went into labour.

It was that day that his yelps and whines drew the pack as he guarded the den from them, despite the jealous snarls coming from below and the occasional squeaking shape. Three days and three nights she was down there, so long that silence reigned in the clearing and the pack worried until they were anxious and pacing. That was when the gaunt face of their beloved alpha, mate...sister, slipped from the darkness and drank thirstily in the lake where her pups had been conceived.

One by one, they were led down to look at the pups, a black cast and slightly larger ears the only difference to the fat pups, erupting into squeaking balls of fury as their mother laid down and curled her large body around them. The black shepherd curled at the entrance, his muzzle just pressed in through the entrance so their voices could meet in quiet conversation. He was guarding them, jealously providing his back to prevent any harm from coming to the pups and his mate.

The pack fed them all, hunting taking places endlessly as the wolf fed herself up in preparation for the pups wanting more milk as they grew ever bigger and took their fathers build for their own...for that was clear. They were already deeper chested with narrower paws than most wolf pups were at birth, but with bald tails and ears, they were almost indistinguishable from others of their blood-kin.