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Struggling through the blinding whiteness of the blizzard swirling around him, J'yorn calls out at the top of his lungs. He receives no response, not that he had expected one by this point. He has been calling out for the past hour, desperately trying to find his tribe before the blizzard could set in completely. He had failed, and now with the blizzard in full force, J'yorn knows that he is in trouble. 6 moons ago a star had fallen from the heavens and turned the distant sky red, ever since the weather had been getting worse and worse. The elders of the tribe had warned of this and so the tribe had been scrambling to stockpile enough supplies to make it through the coming freeze.

That is why J'yorn had been out hunting on his own, away from the tribe. By splitting up they could cover more ground and bring back more food. That plan had worked well and the elders had already assured them that they had stockpiled enough food to survive the freeze. J'yorn, though didn't want to take any chances. He had continued to head out nearly every day to hunt on his own. This day he had taken down a deer, breaking his spear in the process. Despite the loss of his weapon he had not been willing to abandoned his kill to other hunters. He had begun to stubbornly carry his prize back towards camp when the blizzard had started to role down from the mountains. He had abandoned the deer carcass then, and had tried to rush back to his tribe, but as the snow began to fall he got turned around in the foothills. Now he is well and truly lost in the blinding snowstorm.

J'yorn is an early human of the Mesolithic era, a hunter gatherer. If J'yorn possessed a modern measuring device and knew how to use it then he would find that he measures in at 5' 6", which is somewhat tall for a man of that period. He is in good physical condition, but J'yorn is well aware that if he does not find shelter soon the blizzard brought on by fallen star and red sky will surely claim his life. Closing his brown eyes J'yorn takes a moment to center himself before pushing forward into the blinding maelstrom, he refuses to die here. at 24 years of age J'yorn is well into adulthood and actually closer to middle aged by Mesolithic standards. He has a partner and two children that would be hard pressed to survive without him. That's without mentioning his many contributions towards the well being of the rest of the tribe as a whole. He must not let his responsibilities become a burden for others. He must survive.

Stumbling forward with his arms held out in front to feel for any obstacles, J'yorn forces his way through the churning snow. After several dozen steps his hands find something, tree trunks! Before the blizzard had set in fully he had noted a small grove of trees a short distance away from a cliff face with what had looked like a cave entrance. Hoping that these are in fact the same trees, J'yorn feels his way past them and continues on. After a dozen or so paces J'yorn's reaching hands find solid rock, they had been the same trees! Moving along the cliff face he quickly find the entrance of the cave, just in time too. As he moves to enter a cave a loud crashing sound manages to break through the roar of the snowstorm, it's an avalanche. Without thinking, J'yorn throws himself into the cave just as what seems like half the mountainside comes down behind him, completely burying the opening.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, J'yorn mutters a prayer to the sun, he hopes to see another sunrise. Recovering somewhat, J'yorn stands up and surveys his surroundings. First he inspects the entryway and finds it to be well and truly buried, as expected. Turning around he finds that he is in a small cavern with 3 passages branching off from it. The temperature in the cave is far warmer then outside. It is illuminated by some glowing mushrooms along the far wall, in addition some natural light filters in from one of the side passages. Thinking this may lead to another way out of the cave, J'yorn heads down this passage first. After about 40 paces and a slight bend the passage opens up into another cavern.

This cavern is much colder then the previous one, the walls are riddled with long but narrow fissures that must lead to outside as they are letting in light as well as the raging winds of the blizzard. In the center of the cavern floor lay 8 moose carcasses, 7 are fully intact and one looks to be partially eaten, with what look like fresh bite marks. J'yorn knows now that he is not alone in this cave, there is something big living here. Instinctively he draws his small flint knife. It's not much of a weapon, but it is all he has. Seeing that there are no other passages leading away from this cavern, J'yorn, much more cautiously now, makes his way back down the passage and into the first cavern.

Not knowing what else to do, J'yorn turns and begins creeping his way down the second passage. This passage slopes downward sharply and is even longer then the last but it eventually opens up into a smaller chamber lit by a multitude of glowing mushrooms with a sandy floor, a strong order permeates the room. “ Something is definitely living in here, " J'yorn thinks to himself, before quickly turning and leaving the smelly cavern behind.

Momentarily throwing caution to the side, J'yorn quickly walks back to the first cavern to get away from the smell. Arriving back at the main cavern he sees that something has changed. Light is now filtering through from the third and final passage, where there was none previously. J'yorn finds this to be highly suspect of course, he knows that there is something living in the cave. Unsure of what else to do he figures that he might as well fully explore the cave now, while he still has his strength. J'yorn cautiously heads down the third passage, by far the shortest of the three, the passage opens up into a large multi-level cavern.

Bones are scattered about the floor, in addition there is a pile of furs off in one corner. The ever present glowing mushrooms provide light for the lower levels while light from an unseen opening far above illuminates the upper levels. Before J'yorn can fully finish taking in his surroundings the cave's occupant shows himself. A large dire wolf leaps down into view from one of the upper levels, teeth bared and hackles raised. The dire wolf is massive, as long as two men are tall if measured from the tip of his snout to the tip of his tail. The dire wolf, at the shoulder, is as tall as J'yorn. Coarse but well kept white fur covers the beast's well defined muscles, his piercing yellow eyes seem to burn into J'yorn's very soul. He turns to run, but then realizes that he has nowhere to go. Instead, he turns back to face what he thinks is his doom. He brandishes his flint knife and braces himself for a fight. The dire wolf seeing this visibly relaxes, his hackles lower and he lets out a loud growling laugh that seems to shakes the cavern. Hearing what sounds like laughter coming from the beast before him causes J'yorn to re-think his situation. The elders have told stories of a rare type of giant dire wolf that could reason like a human and could even speak the human tongue. If this dire wolf was like the ones from the stories perhaps he wasn't as doomed as he thought.

Thinking that talking is worth a try, J'yorn puts his flint knife away and begins to speak. “Hello, I am known as J'yorn of the eagle tribe. I am sorry for intruding into your den, I was driven in here by the storm and the avalanche, I don't mean you any harm."

The wolf cocks his head and replies with a growling raspy accent; “I am known as Fain'rar, I see the storm has you in it's jaws. If you need shelter, my den can be a home to you as well. The storm will claw on for more then another moon. The red sky has the god of the wind howling like no other time I can think of, but fear not I have caught plenty of moose to make it through.

Breathing a sigh of relief at the wolfs easy friendliness J'yorn replies, “Thank you for sharing your den and your moose Fain'rar, I am in your debt."

Fain'rar dips his head in acknowledgment of the humans thanks and then says, “The first cave off the opening is where the moose lies, the second is where you can lay your dirt, and this third cave is where we can eat and sleep. We dire wolves don't make fire like humans and so there is no wood in the den, it will be cold for you. You may lay besides me if you grow too cold, I promise not to mistake you for the moose."

The thought of being that close to such a large predator scared J'yorn more then a little but it was certainly better then freezing to death. Still this dire wolf seems a little too friendly for J'yorn's liking. Neither one of them know anything about the other, the wolf had no reason to care about him at all. On the other hand the massive dire wolf could have easily already made a meal out of the human if that is what he wanted. There is no reason for the wolf to be deceptive. Still, J'yorn figures he has to try and relate to this wolf somehow if they are going to be sharing the cave, so he replies: “I thank you again, my survival will mean that I will be able to continue to provide for my family so they owe you a debt as well. Do you have a family too?" J'yorn asks, though with the sudden look of sadness and anger that suddenly comes over the wolf he instantly regrets asking the question.

Seeing that the human is frightened by his momentary outburst Fain'rar raises a paw in a very human gesture in an attempt to re-assure J'yorn before answering, “they drove me away. I am not normal for a dire wolf. I am too big and I learn the human speech and the wolf speech and they don't like that. I did eventually find a mate but then…" The wolf trails off seemingly lost in thought for a moment. “It is ok that you ask, I don't mind." Fain'rar says suddenly, clearly breaking himself away from his inner thoughts. “You look like the snow bit you more then a little and I am weary from clearing the air hole at the top of the den that the snow that clawed its way down the mountain covered over, now we rest?" The wolf asks with a yawn.

“Ye… yess" J'yorn replies, still more then a little frighted thinking about the damage the beast could do to him as he watches the dire wolf's powerful muscles ripple under his fur as he stretches them out, circling the pile of furs. Another couple of very noticeable feature catches J'yorn's eyes as the wolf circles; between the beast's legs hang two large furry orbs and a very large sheath. J'yorn tears his eyes away, more then a little embarrassed with himself that he had stared as long as he had. Not that the wolf seemed to have noticed, done stretching Fain'rar flops himself down on the pile of furs, laying on his right side. J'yorn then realizes his fur lined deerskin coat is wet. The somewhat warmer cave combined with his body heat had managed to melt the snow that had clung to it, his outer pants are in a similar state. He'll have to take them off so they can dry. J'yorn takes the soaked coverings off and drapes them over a convenient rock. Now wearing only his inner deerskin pants and deerskin shirt he quickly turns back towards the wolf right as a chill sets in. “How should I lay down?" J'yorn asks hesitantly. He is still very nervous about being around the giant canine, but he is also tired and very cold.

Fain'rar lets out a low raspy chuckle and then replies, “we're both experienced hunters here, there is no need to act like the frighted doe whose skin you wear. I am larger though, so where ever you wish to lay is fine. You'd probably be warmest laying against my chest in-between my front legs but I understand if you don't want to be near my jaws."

With that J'yorn puts aside his misgivings, grabs a few loose furs, and moves to lay down against the wolf's warm furry chest. He ends up laying on top of the wolf's right foreleg and is careful to stay towards the front of the wolf and away from the sheath that he knows is hiding the massive canine's male equipment. Fain'rar drapes his left foreleg over J'yorn pulling the human's body closer against his. J'yorn then pulls the loose furs around himself, his head ends up tucked under the wolf's snout and neck. J'yorn is forced to admit to himself that Fain'rar's body heat is as good as any fire and that he is in fact quite comfortable. Fain'rar for his part is just grateful that the human has come along and seems friendly, he now has someone to talk to! The great dire wolf's existence has been a lonely one for quite some time now. With those respective thoughts in their minds both the human and the dire wolf drift off to sleep.

Over the next dozen solar cycles the storm raged on as expected, the two occupants of the cave spend their time feeding on moose, sitting around, but mostly by talking. They talk about their lives, about the sun and the moon, and exchange hunting strategies. Though every time the human tries to bring up the dire wolf's pack, the wolf changes the subject. Regardless of that, the two find that they have a lot in common despite being of two different species. They become fast friends. Unfortunately though not all is well, J'yorn would never complain about having to eat raw moose meat, but, well, his body certainly is. The human can not keep much of the raw meat down and he is starting to look visibly thinner. He had tried to cut some of the meat into strips and then hang the strips to dry out the meat, but that hadn't worked. J'yorn had not started off with much fat on his bones to begin with and with the storm showing no signs of letting up, Fain'rar had begun to worry for his new friend. Finally he decides that he has to say something but is unsure on how to start the conversation. As far as the dire wolf's sensibilities are concerned, pointing out the human's increasing weakness would be rude.

“Your tribe, do they have enough food to survive the storms teeth, to sustain life?" Fain'rar asks one evening.

“Yes, we saw the falling star and the red sky 6 moons ago as you did, our elders quickly tasked us with stockpiling as much food as we could find. This storm could last for many more moons and they would be fine," J'yorn replies. “That is one thing I am not worried about, I'll introduce you to them once this storm ends. You could even live with us if you want. You would contribute a lot to the tribe, so they would welcome you."

“Good thing moose gets us through the storms teeth as well…" Fain'rar starts to say before giving up on steering the conversation and his attempt at politeness. Instead, he bluntly observes; “the moose is not sustaining you."

“No…. No it's not," J'yorn admits.

Fain'rar starts to reply, “I have been in a similar situation before, back when my mate was injured…"

“Wait Fain'rar," J'yorn exclaims. “Every time I try and get you to talk about your pack you change the subject, but NOW you want to talk about them?"

The wolf does his best approximation of a sigh before replying, “it's…. not easy to talk about with humans, my birth pack drove me out for learning human speech. They said my existence was an insult to Fenrir, our creator, even though my own name comes from his. That though is not what is hard to talk about. Many moons after I was driven out I found a female dire wolf that was like me, she knew the human speech. We formed our own pack together, had pups, but then… Well my pups where killed by humans. My mate survived but she had been stabbed through with a sharp stick one of the humans had."

J'yorn, a somber expression on his face takes a deep breath before responding, “that's…. that's horrible Fain'rar. I am surprised you took me in if that is the case."

Fain'rar sadly nods his head before replying, “This is why I did not want to tell you, I did not want you to think that I must hate all humans. It is not you and your tribe that killed my mate and my pups, it was other humans, I only hate them."

“I understand, I know you don't hate me, you have been nothing but a friend to me and I value that, you saved my life after all," J'yorn exclaims. “Going back to what you were saying before, your mate was injured, and then what?"

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Fain'rar replies, “we where in a cave like this, I tried to make her better. I even pre chewed the prey I caught for he so she wouldn't strain herself with how weak she was, but it was not within my abilities. She shortly left to join the great pack in the sky."

Unsure where the wolf is going with this but not wanting to be rude or dismissive towards his friend, J'yorn starts to ask, “friend, I am truly sorry for your loss. I am sure you feel it as badly as I would if I lost my own partner and children... but what does…."

Fain'rar holds up a paw to silence him before continuing, “I know you are not sick or injured and regurgitating moose meat would be of no help. With us stuck in this cave and our long talks I am reminded of her, more of the good times I had with her. For us it was normal, she was my mate but if it will save your life…. What I am saying is moose is not the only food in this cave."

“What do you mean?" J'yorn asks, visibly confused. “I can't eat you if that's what you mean. I wouldn't want to even if I could."

“No, not that, not exactly," Fain'rar replies. He gets up from the pile of furs and moves over to sit on his haunches directly in front of the human. Lifting a foreleg he uses it to gesture toward the ample package between his furry legs to try and make his point.

“OH!" J'yorn exclaims, finally realizing what the dire wolf is getting at, his face turning bright red.

Seeing that the human is more then a little shocked at his suggestion Fain'rar holds his paw up yet again, to stop the human from saying what he was about to say before continuing, “I know nothing about that would be something you like, but you need to survive for your tribe, your children as you call pups. It was something my mate would do often in the mornings before she went off to hunt on her own. She said it always gave her a boost of energy and filled her up so she hunts the moose better. For you, well I think it could be enough to sustain you if you can keep it down better then moose. It is a matter of survival, what is worse? Starving and dying, or consuming my seed so that you live?"

The human took a long while to consider the dire wolf's offer. On one hand Fain'rar was right, his body was starting to weaken and the storm was showing no signs of stopping. On the other the thought of being with a dire wolf in any way like that repulsed him. Even one that could reason and talk like a human. He knew he had to try something though, or he would end up starving to death well before the storm ended. After a few more minutes of contemplation he replies, “I appreciate you being willing to share something so intimate with me to save my life. I'm sure you don't find humans attractive, so I understand that this will be hard for you too, but yes. I will take you up on your offer, it's worth a try. Uh…. How do we… do this exactly?"

Fain'rar looks down between his own legs and then replies, “I will get it started and then we can see the trail from there." With that said, Fain'rar, still sitting on his haunches, lowers his head down between his legs and begins to lap his tongue across his large sheath.

J'yorn watches, both repulsed by and curious about his friend's cock. He watches as a red piece of flesh quickly emerges from the dire wolf's sheath, which Fain'rar takes readily into his muzzle, suckling it. He immediately expels it, and then he runs his tongue along what little is exposed of his emerging length of flesh before snapping it back up into his maw and sucking on it again, resulting in a wet slurping noise. Fain'rar repeats these motions several times, quickly encouraging most of his cock out of its home. Now fully erect, Fain'rar lifts his head back up to find J'yorn staring. The human is clearly intimidated by what he sees before him. This reaction gets a chuckle out of the dire wolf. J'yorn doesn't notice his friend's amusement, he is to busy taking in the monster cock before him. The dire wolf's fleshy red mating tool is as thick as the human's bicep at its base, tapering somewhat up to a spear-like tip. It is longer then J'yorn's forearm and hand combined. Realizing what exactly he has agreed to, J'yorn can only gulp and continue to stare, leaving Fain'rar to break the silence.

“I think it best if I get myself close, then you dive down before I finish to catch my seed. There are other problems; I am not all the way out yet. As I get close a larger piece of flesh called a knot will come out. Normally I would shove that inside a female, which is what allows my release. As you go down you'll have to squeeze my knot with your hands and hold it until I finish filling you. It will take some time, many many of your heartbeats will pass before I am done. Are you still sure you want this?"

With his choices being a slow death by starvation or suckling on a dire wolf cock for subsistence, J'yorn simply nods his consent. Seeing this, Fain'rar returns his attention to his member forcing it all the way inside his maw before pulling it back out with what looked like well practiced movements to J'yorn. Putting the implications of that thought aside, J'yorn moves into position next to the left foreleg of the masturbating dire wolf. From this close He can clearly see the wolfs powerful neck muscles rippling as the beast drives his muzzle up and down over his cock, he notes that the wolf has his eyes closed. “ probably thinking of more attractive things to a dire wolf then a starving human, " J'yorn thinks to himself.

After a good amount of time has past J'yorn notes that Fain'rar's movements are getting faster and more frantic in addition a red bulb of flesh made up of two distinct lobes emerges from the wolf's sheath. “ That must be the knot," J'yorn guesses.

Suddenly the dire wolf lifts his head from his cock and growls. “Go" as he lifts his left foreleg.

Wasting no time J'yorn dives under the wolf, trying not to think too hard about what he is doing. He takes the red cock tip into his mouth, each one of his hands grasp around one of the two lobes of Fain'rar's impressive knot. At the same time he feels Fain'rar's left foreleg come down on his back, pinning the human in place. Then J'yorn squeezes, this causes Fain'rar to lift his head towards the cavern roof and howl as the pressure around his knot and the sudden touch of the human's warm mouth around the very tip of his massive cock, sends him over the edge.

J'yorn doesn't notice this though as he is too busy dealing with the massive jet of dire wolf cum that has just been ejected into his mouth and down his throat, almost causing him to choke. J'yorn keeps a hold on his gag reflex though, managing to swallow the first wave of life sustaining seed. As the dire wolf ejaculates, J'yorn can feel the beast's knot start to swell and expand in his hands. He responds to this by tightening his grip. This immediately results in a second powerful jet of dire cum hitting the back of the human's throat. It's all too much for J'yorn and he tries to pull away.

Fain'rar, knowing that their efforts will be wasted if his orgasm stops, holds J'yorn's head in place with his other paw, forcing the human to drink down all of the warm, strange tasting liquid that is readily being pumped into him.

Now it is not just Fain'rar's knot that is swelling but J'yorn's stomach as well, he feels like he is drowning in dire wolf cum. Held down by the beast's mighty paws, all he can do is close his eyes and try to swallow around the throbbing ejaculating cock tip in his mouth as best he can, while his hands continue to massage the still expanding knot.

After several thousand heartbeats, J'yorn feels the knot is starting to decrease in size as the seemingly never ending jets of wolf cum do in fact finally come to a stop. Fain'rar removes his two forepaws from J'yorn's head and back, allowing the human to shakily rise to a sitting position. After sputtering and coughing a bit J'yorn finally manages to say, “that wasn't as bad I though it would be. I was afraid it would taste bad, but really it was just salty. Thank you for doing this for me. I do feel full, I think you actually managed to fill my stomach. I know you said you would but I didn't think your kind would actually be that potent."

Flashing the human a wolfish grin, Fain'rar replies, “it is one of our many strengths and you seem to keep seed down better then moose, this is good. Sorry for holding you, our efforts would be wasted if I did not and you would starve."

“It is fine," J'yorn replies. “If I manage to keep this down and there are no problems then the next time I will be more prepared, If I keep my mind on getting back to my tribe and family it will not matter where my food comes from for the next moon or however long this storm lasts."

Fain'rar nods before replying “I too had my mind on others, I imagined it was my lost mate down there as she use to. If I focus on you I don't think it would work, you're no female, not even a wolf. I can do that once per day, I think as long as I feed as the sun rises you should be able to feed as the sun sets.

The next morning the two awoke to find that J'yorn had managed to keep his meal down. His stomach was not upset, in fact he still felt full. Fain'rar, that sunrise, ate more moose then usual and later on as the sun began to set the great wolf was once again prepared for his human friend to feed. Both the human and the dire wolf still felt awkward about the whole arrangement, but J'yorn really didn't see any other choice and Fain'rar wasn't about to let J'yorn die if there was anything he could do about it. Still neither one of them wanted to break the silence that had developed between them as the light levels in the cave had begun to drop. Eventually though the silence was broken for them, J'yorn's stomach growls.

Fain'rar turns his large head towards the human, “it is time then?" The dire wolf asks.

“Yes," the human replies simply.

Fain'rar moves to sit in the same position as the day previous, lowers his head to his sheath, and once again takes the tip of his mighty wolfhood into his maw. With practiced movements he quickly brings his member to full attention and begins thrusting into his own mouth. He clamps down with his throat muscles every time the tip of his cock bottoms out. Stimulated by his own expert movements and with his eyes closed, his mind returns to the past….

Fain'rar awakes in his pack's two chambered den to find his mate with her head wedged between his hind legs, his erect cock fully engulfed in her muzzle. She is clearly very eager to coax the contents of his balls into her stomach. Lifting his head up but otherwise remaining stationary he observes, “I see that it is your time to hunt again, Skol".

Pulling her muzzle off Fain'rar's cock she replies, “the pups still slumber in the other chamber, I wish to get an early start, besides this is good exercise for my jaw." With that her muzzle returns to his cock.

All Fain'rar can do in response is moan in pleasure and role onto his back, widening the gap between his legs to give his mate easier access. Her tongue laps over his tip before she quickly engulfs the member in her muzzle entirely. Her tongue wraps around his shaft as it passes through her maw, then the pressure around his cock increases massively as it bottoms out deep in her throat. He feels her pull his mating tool out of her maw, only to immediately repeat the preceding motions over again. She does this repeatedly, each time faster then the last. She knows his cock intimately, every movement is calculated to bring him as much pleasure as possible, his orgasm is fast approaching. He feels his knot slide from his sheath, now comes the difficult part.

It had originally been her idea for him to knot her muzzle. He hadn't wanted to try it, he was afraid he'd hurt her. She had insisted though, and after some practice she had long since mastered the act.

He feels her muzzle withdraw from his cock. His mate then straddles him, he is still on his back, her head is facing toward his rear, angled down towards his fully erect knotted penis. He then braces his rear legs against the wall of the den.

Skol, turns her head towards her mate, the unspoken question is asked all the same.

“Go," Fain'rar replies out loud, his voice piercing through this vivid memory.

He watches as she turns back towards his cock and opens her jaws as wide as they will go and then wider, actually dislocating her jaw. She then rushes forward with all her might, she forces Fain'rar's massive cock all the way through her muzzle and down her throat, his knot lodges firmly in the back of her maw. She has forced his entire member down her gullet, he can feel that her upper jaw and nose are right up against his balls, her lower jaw rests on his belly, she can go no further.

The sensation that Fain'rar feels in the present doesn't perfectly match the memory playing in his head, however the recollection of how his mate's powerful throat muscles clamping around his entire member had felt like, instantly sends Fain'rar over the edge anyway. He remembers that with every pump of seed, his cock would throb, with every throb her throat would constrict around his member milking yet more seed from him into her waiting stomach. His knot would swell in her maw, sealing off her mouth from her throat. This had been what had originally worried Fain'rar, but apparently his mate simply had simply breathed through her nose. The pressure around his knot increases yet further and for several thousand more blissful heartbeats, Fain'rar is allowed to be lost in his memories as he once again empties his balls into his friend's stomach. Eventually though his orgasm is finished, his cock begins to soften. The constant pressure around his knot is removed and Fain'rar opens his eyes, returning to the present.

As his eyes open he finds that J'yorn is staring at him, a curious expression on his face.

“You seemed more into things this time," the human observes.

If dire wolves could blush, Fain'rar would have. “I am sorry, I was there, almost. I remembered her so well that it was almost like I was with my mate again, I was lost in it. I did not cause harm, did I?"

“No, don't be sorry, you didn't even put your paw on my back this time, though I had to dive between your legs instead of under them." J'yorn replies.

Fain'rar nods, “it doesn't not look like it was needed this time either, you look like you swallowed it all."

“Yes," replies J'yorn, patting his slightly bloated stomach. “Though you may have produced even more this time then the last"

Fain'rar chuckles at this, “I think you are right, this is good. You know," the dire wolf says slyly; “you still eat the moose. I eat the moose, my body turns the moose into seed, then you consume my seed."

At the reminder of the shear strangeness of the situation that they have found themselves in, both the human and the dire wolf burst out in laughter.

“I guess the moose really will sustain us both through the storm then," J'yorn replies after regaining a hold of himself.

“Yes." Fain'rar replies. “There enough moose for another 4 moons, I do not think we starve, we will survive this storm's teeth."

And so it was for several lunar cycles, J'yorn subsisted off nothing but dire wolf cum. He didn't grow any weaker, in fact he grew stronger. The humans muscles became even more well defined then they had been before the blizzard. His skin looks healthy and vibrant. Whatever else J'yorn felt about his current diet and its origins he had to admit that he was eating well. And in the process of eating he was having a noticeably positive effect on his dire wolf friend's mood, at least for the moment. J'yorn just hoped that the conjuring of the dire wolf's old pleasant memories didn't bring too many of the bad ones along with them.

Fain'rar, for his part, remained as strong as ever. Always producing more then enough of his life sustaining seed for his human friend. He certainly wasn't physically attracted to the human, but he had to admit to himself that having someone around that he cared for, could talk to, and could empty his balls into on a daily basis again was nice. Even if he had to imagine that the human was his deceased mate while doing it. In the back of his mind though he wondered if that really was a good thing for him to be dwelling on. For now it felt good, eventually though the storm would end and the human would no longer require Fain'rar's seed, or Fain'rar for that matter. Would the human still want him around? Could he go back to being alone? Fain'rar tried to banish these darker thoughts from his head. It was enough that he was helping his friend to survive. The past is the past. At least that's what the dire wolf kept telling himself.

Eventually though, the storm that had raged for more then four moons did in fact end. The two friends had awoken one morning to something that they had almost forgotten existed: silence, the roar of the storm was gone. After a few hours of effort around the entrance at the very top of the cavern, they where able to dig themselves out. The world that they emerged into was almost unrecognizable, massive new mountains of snow and ice had built themselves up around the still taller mountains of stone. The landscape was like nothing either one of them had ever witnessed before, it was a new reality they both would have to learn to deal with.

…. To be continued.