Post-Work Relief

Opening the door from the garage felt like being blasted with an arctic wind. Anon pushed forward into the cold living room, a rolling bag half as large as him in tow. Rebecca sighed when she crossed the threshold; her claws curled...

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~ Gift Wrapped ~

~ Gift Wrapped ~ © Cederwyn Whitefurr July 2026 All Rights Reserved. Chapter One Rowan walked his doe through town like he did every Tuesday afternoon. The big anthro timber wolf kept an easy pace beside his wife, one paw holding the loose lead....

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