A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.

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A Wolf in Sheep's Skin
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Posted on February 15, 2016 at 03:52:20 PM by Draven

Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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She purred as he cleaned her wounds, speaking as he did so – words that pierced his auds and insulted a reaction that the fae was unlikely to expect – disgust. ‘Sir, I hope you'll think about a group, you'll spread your seed, and have a heir and your life will be filled with pleasure, master’ His lips raised and he growled, swiping at her face with one of his large paws, his daggers aiming to leave long marks across her maw. “What care I for offspring, what I care I for pups? They are useless, nothing more snacks to be eaten when they are young. And when they grow, the femmes can prove to be useful, but the brutes are nothing more than competition for me. I don’t want pups, I don’t want responsibility. All I want is to… have fun. And I want Halina to bleed out at my feet for what she did to me. That, that my dear, is what will bring me most pleasure. No number of femmes beneath me or for me to enter would please me as much as that would.”
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