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Drifa, a child born during a blizzard where both her parents had been taken by the cold, had survived through countless hardship with the help of only a few select people. She had been raised deep within the mountains dealing with heavy snow and savage beasts alike. A young girl considered blessed by the spirit's was taught how to fend for herself and as she had done when she was born, she survived. When she grew older she was given the option of settling, of becoming a wife and mother, but she refused. Drifa needed a better purpose in life, a purpose that in no way she would ever find settling down as a man's trophy. She became the self-proclaimed protector of the mountain. Taking on the role of a huntress and defender of caravans of both incoming and outgoing merchants. She was well loved by the villagers for both her service and her personality, but Drifa preferred to live on her own, to hear the wilds rather than the people around her. "But the snowstorms will surely take you." many a villager had said, but she never listened, she was never concerned. She had always told them, "I was born during the rage of a blizzard and if I die by one then that should be fitting enough an end for me."

Drifa had refused again the hospitality of the village folk. She had come in to drop off pelts she had recently carved free from her latest hunt. The villagers had urged her that the sky would soon break into a horrible snowstorm, even though it looked so calm, but she ignored them even knowing that they had an uncanny way with predicting the sway of Mother Nature. She had no fear of snow, after all, Drifa had traveled through countless blizzards on her way back home, why would this day be any different?

Now though, perhaps just a bit of regret washed over her as she walked through the snow, her boots occasionally slipping through deep piles of the stuff as the wind cut against her cheeks which she desperately tried to hide underneath the hood of her fur coat. The torrential snow never seemed to stop, never seemed to give her a break. Her blessing as a child born under the snow seemed to be at an end, but she didn't falter. She continued walking even though her mind was failing her. She could hear the cries of wolves, of beasts perhaps ready to check if she had any proper food on her, or if they were desperate to make a meal out of her. Drifa only smiled, she could feel that cold encroaching on her insides, slowing her movements, fogging up her mind. She had made a dire mistake and her pride had clouded her judgment, but she wasn't sad, she was only tired. Death would come certainly, but she was ready. A hard life had been given and finally she would be free. Closing her eyes she fell upon one knee, her hand reaching to touch a tree lifeless and without leaves. Turning around she sat against the tree. She would only rest her eyes for a moment, that was what she told herself, what she told herself to make accepting death that much easier.

Her eyes were closed, her mind was fading, and her body was entirely numb. White lips moved when suddenly she heard the sound of a wolf howling very nearby, perhaps a few feet in front of her. As it did so, the storm began to die, the wild winds of the blizzard calming very suddenly, but it was already too late. With a small smile she breathed out one last time, her life fleeing from her body momentarily. Again she heard the wolf howl, and the encroaching darkness that had just appeared began to fade away. She could see for a moment only snow, flakes of the stuff filling the void that had encompassed her mind. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped in air. Coughing she put her hand up to her mouth, looking around for a moment confused, crystalline blue eyes darting from side to side. She had felt death take her, her spirit flee her body, and the light fade away into darkness. She had even dreamed of seeing her own body against the tree, lifeless and limp, but here she was. Her body was warm, surprisingly so, and she could feel again. Gripping and looking at her hands she moved to get up when suddenly she saw the source of the howling. A wolf that blended in perfectly sitting before her. She paused in her movements, she couldn't assume it was dangerous, perhaps it was curious? After all, it hadn't attacked her just yet. Drifa continued moving to stand and the wolf laid down in the snow, nose pushing inside of the stuff to create a small hole. With an odd quirk of a brow and a small smile she began stepping around the wolf, but her body felt compelled to pause, she stopped moving. She lowered herself yet again, but this time not to rest. She reached out to touch the wolf's head that was now turned towards her, staring with those deep brown eyes. Drifa had never seen a wolf with fur so white, so clean. Not a single marking on it, not a single care in the world it seemed either. Even though the wolf was unmarked, unharmed, she could feel something oddly strong about the creature. The more she stared, the larger the creature seemed to be and the smaller she felt.

The wolf's tail began moving, a swish here and there. It seemed happy enough, but when she tried to pull away its snout moved to follow, pushing against her hand as it rose and moved, quicker than any other wolf she had seen around her side. Its tail began batting against her stomach and she reached down to stroke through its fur with a small chuckle. She needed to get home. She had been blessed again and she would not waste it. A lesson would be learned, but not out alone in the snow with some strange hound by her side. The blizzard was nowhere to be seen and she still needed warmth, or so she thought. At the moment she could feel no cold through her clothing, she could only feel an odd warmth, a radiating heat that made very little sense, but it was certainly satisfying. With a breathe she looked out to where her home was further up the mountain and just through and around a few dead trees. She would be home within the hour if she started now. Looking back down she could see the wolf begin to walk, walk away from where she needed to be, and when it came time for her to move, her feet began moving to where the wolf was going without her permission. Blinking, she could feel herself compelled to follow the beast and when she tried to walk away, her body didn't seem to want to comply. She wasn't sure why, but she wasn't going to fight it. Perhaps fate had provided her with a new friend, or perhaps the wolf was more than just a simple snow furred hound.

The wolf led her through and about the mountain, into a collection of trees she could only classify as a forest. Really, she couldn't quite recall where the forest was on any map, nor had she ever seen it. Still, she felt a strange calm so long as she followed the hound before her. Odd enough, deeper into the forest, when the sun couldn't be seen past the trees, leaves began falling from the dark canopy. She couldn't even see the tops of the trees let alone the source of the green leaves falling around her. Still, her attention was suddenly taken back to the wolf before her. It let out a bark that seemed to shake the trees around them, and she paused, nearly jumping from the bark. Chuckling she knelt to look at what the wolf was nudging at. It was a flower. A white little thing alone and around the snow. Beneath its petals the snow had been melted and grass greener than she had ever seen was right there. Reaching to touch the flower she paused. The flower was interesting, it was beautiful, but yet again her attention was caught on the wolf. Her hand moved to feel through the fur of the wolf again and she smiled, "Flower are interesting wolf...but I think you're prettier. Now, I don't know if you're the thing compelling me...but I need to get home, so please."

The wolf let out a mournful whine, ears flattening back. For a moment she felt as if she had kicked the poor thing, but just as quickly its ears were perked and it gave her hand a soft lick. It bound from side to side and began walking again. Drifa yet again followed, figuring that the wolf would lead her from the trees. She was sure now that perhaps this wolf was some sort of spirit, some sort of wild god sent to guide her through the blizzard, and a playful one at that. When finally the trees parted to the light, she found that they were right before her little cabin. Blinking she looked down to the wolf and knelt, touching its head, "Thank you friend...I don't know what you are, even if you are a wolf, but I will give an offering every day..."

Yet again the wolf let out a mournful sound and she paused. Suddenly she could hear a voice coming from down low where the wolf was, "You cannot return...you're dead dear huntress, please do not be sad. I only wished to let you live for a bit more, for you to go blissfully while you are happy. I've seen what you've done for the villages around the mountain, the respect you have for nature; your death is a shame and I wanted to speak with you as well, to relieve you"

Drifa's cheeks went paler than before, if even possible. Looking down to the wolf, the spirit, she fell before it on one knee. With a small crooked smile her hands moved to cup the wolf's cheeks, "You...a spirit...a spirit has given me life in an attempt to see me happy? No...You have much more important things to do, I am only a woman of the wilds. Let me rest and know that I am happy my friend." truthfully she could think of no regrets, no sadness that had ever surfaced or interrupted her daily life, so why would the shepherd of death be so into her case?

The wolf nudged to her cheek, nose surprisingly without feeling, "But that is the problem. Drifa. Child of snow. Death peels back the layers. I can see your pain. I refuse to let you go until you are happy, even if I should fade."

Drifa felt a bit of panic at this. Her life was expendable. There would be more protectors, but a spirit was something precious, "No, please spirit. Don't waste yourself on me, you're such a pretty thing, a beautiful power that is needed. Now...I find myself asking...what can I do to make you let me go?"

The wolf simply answered, "I wish to see you the happiest you've ever been."

Drifa's lips quirked into an awkward smile. The wolf spirit was either too kind, or too naive. With a sigh she leaned in to kiss the head of the wolf, "I don't really know how to do that. The happiest I've been has been by myself as a protector...I need no company, no man, and perhaps to fade amongst the snow would be the happiest I can be."

The wolf leaned in to press its cheek against hers. A very soft and calming tone emanating from its mouth, "Then fade to me. I am the snow. I am nature itself...and be truthful with yourself Drifa...please."

Drifa found herself giggling now. What had the wolf just suggested? Did he simply mean a hug, a simple kiss, or more? She couldn't find it in herself to say no immediately, even though she had no clue what he had truly meant. Blinking, her eyes became half-lidded as she felt the wolf's cheek against her own. The wolf spoke as if he knew her, as he had known her all of her life, but she had just seen the thing, and yet here it was lecturing her on being truthful. She found that tears had been staining her cheeks the entire time. Touching her face she could see her hands were shaking, why? Was this why the wolf had been so concerned? Letting out a gasp she closed her eyes, "I...why am I like this?" she said quietly

The wolf spoke, a calming voice, a source of warmth, perhaps the only one though it was a spirit of snow, "You've hidden yourself away far too long, you're so alone...you're not a spirit, you were a human, a being that needed connection. Look at yourself dear huntress. Without even the smallest bit of affection you've abandoned yourself in favor of the wellbeing of others. Selfless, you deserve happiness before death, so please...tell me what it is you desire?"

Drifa breathed out, she shook, her eyes closed and she thought of it. She had never been with a single other soul for more than a few minutes, she had never even experienced love. She had always given herself in the name of some sort of duty, figured that was what her life was meant to be, and so she spoke softly, "Companionship, love, warmth, rest...."

The spirit had seen many human's in its time. It had never seen such a selfless one though. Most humans who had been through hardship had always sought to make others feel the same way, but this one had turned herself away from her own emotions in favor of protecting others. She did not deserve this death at the hands of the nature she revered. Leaning in the wolf gave her lips a soft lick, a gentle bit of affection that the wolf did not expect to be returned, after all, he was a wolf, a canine, a wild animal to her.

Drifa's lips trailed over the wolf's in response upon feeling its signal of affection; she leaned in for more, her own lips shaking just a bit. So what if it was a wolf? A spirit? A hound? It was still something, someone that had exposed her deepest reaches, and it would be the last thing she experienced before death.

The wolf's ears perked and its tongue flicked out against her lips again as it felt Drifa's hands pass along its fuzzy cheeks. For a moment they stayed there, tongues touching, lips moving. For a moment the spirit cursed its physical form. He could feel a great heat burning between his hind legs, a strong yearning for the human who had captured his lips and his heart. He had never taken such a deep interest in a human before, and now he found himself madly in love. As a spirit he could never allow himself such a connection, he would die before he let this human fall to death and he could never take his lips from hers.

Drifa was the first to break the kiss. She pulled away, breathing out, her hands holding his cheeks back, giggling just a bit as he whined trying to reconnect their lips. She had a better idea though, shaking, shivering, nervous, she crawled beneath the wolf searching for the spirit's cock. Drifa could see the red shaft twitching between his hind legs. The wolf let out a confused noise as she gripped on to it, gripping, stroking at it moving her lips to kiss at the tip. Soon the spirit calmed. She could hear it huffing, its movements growing still as it allowed her to play with its cock, her hands working gently against that firm hot rod, her tongue flicking over the tip and all around it curiously. She had never had this experience with any human male, but she had heard many stories from the women in the village. The taste was something strange, almost like salted meat. It was nothing she couldn't handle and it was something that perhaps she could get adjusted to; even addicted if she continued this way. Her tongue dragged now from the tip down to the balls, tongue working over that hot shaft, bulbous knot until finally she was kissing and licking at that fuzzy sack. Already she could feel the wolf's impatience in the way he thrust, the way he began panting and whining. Drifa felt that she was teasing him, that she was perhaps being just a bit too selfish in her exploration, but he had given her permission to be selfish, he had wanted to see her happy, and so she worked at her own pace, stroking and licking calmly.

Suddenly she could feel the wolf grow further impatient, nipping at her rear. She yelped and took her mouth from his genitals, looking behind herself to see that he had begun tearing bits and pieces of her clothing already with his maw. She was about to stop him when she realized that she could feel no cold, she was truly dead. Letting out a sigh she pushed away from the wolf, smiling just a bit, "Fine...I'll stop teasing so much." Her own hands moved to remove her clothes at her own pace. She could feel the wolf's stare burning on her body and she loved it. She loved the way he seemed to crave for her, but she wondered, was a spirit supposed to be this lustful, to hunger so much for a common human like herself?

Clothes stripped off the wolf could see now her body, her pale skin and blond hair. He would move to get closer to her, but paused when he noticed the scars of her past upon her body. Claw marks from various animals upon her thighs, shoulders and in various other places. She was a huntress after all. The wolf stepped in close again and his tongue flicked out against her thighs, giving sweet kisses to the scars he could reach while licking closer to her pussy, tongue rolling around against it.

Drifa yelped as she felt this, falling back to sit on her rear, her legs closed, unsure if she could handle such a sensation right now. Looking at the wolf between her legs she smiled just a bit as she noticed his tail swishing from side to side, his ears perking and twitching occasionally. With a chuckle she spread her legs for him remembering that this was to be her last moment, why not be exposed? Why not let herself go? Sucking in a breathe she bit at her bottom lip, her eyes closing as she felt the wolf's thick tongue brushing against her sensitive flesh, tongue moving up and around against her folds before swirling inside causing her to groan out. She could feel that tongue searching, pushing around her until it found her sweet button causing her to squeak. The wolf's tongue pushed against her clit, losing it before moving around to find it, pushing against it again and again as the wolf worked its tongue. It felt as though the spirit had done this before, or at least had a deep curiosity with the human form, what a weird spirit. The wolf brought his mouth away, licking his chops before letting out a little huff. It was time for their moment to finish.

Drifa breathed out, shaking, brushing hair from her face as she moved to get into position. She wasn't even sure if she should have been doing it, but she got on all fours, presenting her rear to the wolf. It was a frightening thing to do as she was fully exposed to the creature and anything could happen, but she trusted the spirit, she believed in it. Soon she felt strong paws gripping around her body, holding her in place as the wolf slipped that thick member against her pussy. The wolf thrust against her pussy to let her feel that thick thing against her and not yet inside of her, causing her to shiver and groan out. It was such a frightening thought to think that she would be having all of that inside of her as her first time, her first and last time. Whimpering just a bit she spread her legs a bit, arching her back, hoping that the wolf would stop teasing her. Luckily he took the hint. The wolf pulled his hips back slowly, letting his tongue drag out against her shoulder as it pushed directly inside of her, a perfect thrust that pushed her folds apart and stretched her insides wide. She gasped out as she felt that first penetration, that thick member pushing inside of her, stretching her, throbbing now inside of her and still. The wolf didn't move, he stayed still inside of her, panting happily, tongue lolling out against her shoulder. Soon enough he began thrusting. The wolf pushed against her again and again, each time going just a bit faster. He was a kind creature, a beautiful spirit, but he was still an animal, a beast, and it reflected soon in the fact that his thrusts were no longer sweet, were no longer kind, no. With every thrust the beast threatened to push that bulbous flesh inside of her.

Gasping and groaning out, Drifa could barely compose herself long enough to register the different feeling that were running through her body, she could hardly even believe it was happening. If it was a dream, it was a cruel one, because she would never experience such pleasure again, and certainly if it wasn't a dream, it was still cruel. Groaning out she felt her body collapse, held up only now by the wolf's powerful grip, her face pressed against the snow now as with every thrust her body pressed further against the plush snow, the snow that felt so warm to her, so comfortable to her. With a whine the wolf thrust one last time inside of her, stuffing her pussy full of that wolf's canine member, that spirit's love. Breathing out she could feel him twitching inside of her, pausing. He had knotted her, he had pushed that thick bulbous flesh inside of her and now they waited, they waited for the end, but as they waited she could feel the full extent of his warmth against her. She could feel his love, and something that felt like sadness, but why was he sad? She would be satisfied after all of this and she would be able to die without regret, without any feeling of loneliness.

The wolf thrust once more, he pushed inside of her as hard as he could, grinding that knot inside of her. Gasping out she practically squealed as her insides tightened against that cock, milking that warm seed that was pouring out inside of her in such great amounts. With every spurt she could feel another thick rope painting her insides, traveling further and further inside until she could practically feel it flowing free from her.

It was over. Now they only had to wait, only had to wait for her to fade away, for the spirit to let her go, and so she closed her eyes. She smiled, there were no more tears, and no more tears hidden from herself either. Her heart was at peace, her body was at peace, and her mind felt at ease. Drifa would die happy, she would fade away to where the spirit would take her without struggle and without weight. Sleep found her first, she had been so tired from their romp and they were stuck there.

For a while the wolf simply stared at her, his hold on her life still there. The wolf made his decision there though. The spirit closed his eyes and rested his head against hers, letting out a little huff. Never had he thought he would do such a thing for a human, but he was in love, he would never rest if he let her die, and so he would make a simple trade. He would see her fade to snow, but she would live.

Drifa woke up on her back, snow blanketing her body which caused her to sit up and jolt. Shivering violently she could feel the cold again, and unfortunately her clothes were nowhere to be seen. Suddenly she realized that the cold rocking her body felt more pleasant than anything else, that the shivering was some sort of automatic reaction. Breathing out she looked around. The afterlife certainly looked a lot like her mountain. Looking around she could see no sign of the wolf, but she felt alive, she felt okay. Getting up fully she brushed the rest of the snow off of her body and that was when she got a good look at her arm. A small blue wisp floated around her arm, illuminating a tattoo of a tribal pattern of a wolf, a wolf painted white upon her arm with flakes of snow all around it. The wolf's eyes were closed and its muzzled rested upon her arm. Seeing the tattoo made her eyes misty, her heart felt so heavy. What had happened to the spirit that had kept her alive, and why now was she alive instead of dead? She heard then the familiar voice of the wolf inside of her mind, a voice that brought her such warmth, but such dread, "Dear human. Dear Drifa. We are one now. Please forgive me...but can you take up my role? Can you protect and shepherd the dead here in this mountain? Of course...you are free to do as you please, but I just couldn't leave you dead. I loved you dear Drifa...this is the last of my life, and all of my magic, so please, please be happy. Don't lie to yourself."

Drifa breathed out, a hand moved to touch over the wolf's head upon the tattoo and she chuckled, tears falling. She was entirely alive at the cost of such a beautiful thing, at the cost of the one she had loved, the only one she would ever love. Remembering the wolf's words though, she would have to move on, she would have to be happy, and with this new purpose of hers she would certainly be entertained. Drying her tears she looked to the sky and took a deep breathe. Again she had been blessed, again she had been born underneath the love of blizzard. She would not waste it this time.