Shadows played across the cold snow and the wind whistling through the trees ruffled his fur as he gazed towards the small cabin… A new presence had taken up residence there, a young female human and her guardian… He had been observing them for the last couple weeks, intrigued. The female had been busy, settling in for winter.. And just a couple days ago the male had left. The female was afraid, he could smell her fear as it drifted out of the cabin and rode the wind. Something else rode the wind… a scent he hadn’t smelled in a long time, the scent of fall and mating, the scent of blood and fertility.
He lifted his dark muzzle, the fur silken and long, and let a long low howl drift from his throat. It rode the frigid wind, drifting into the cabin, and she shivered… The noise had been coming more frequently since her grandfather had left, and tonight it sounded very close. Lily got up and walked to the door, checking to be sure it was bolted, and stoked the fire for the night. She peeled off her winter dress, and lay down on the bed in her shift, basking in the warmth of the flames against her pale, silky skin. Her cycle had begun today… and she shifted uncomfortably on the bed, her body a mess of confusing pains and warmth. The apex of her thighs burned with some sort of need she was not familiar with.
As she lay there, her hand drifted down over her full breasts, pausing the circle slowly against her nipples, which were achingly hard and visibly pressing through the sheer fabric. Groaning in frustration as her fingers encountered the wetness between her thighs, she rolled over abruptly and eventually drifted off to sleep, a discontent look on her angelic face. The night moved on, the shadows from the moon racing across the snow as he paced, slowly inching closer to the cabin. Her smell was stronger here, and his fur prickled, he became agitated, making low growling noises in his throat.
He could take it no longer, his skin was on fire… Rising on his back feet, he placed his paws against the window sill, nudging it. In luck, it was not locked, and it bounced back and forth gently. Grunting in effort, he nudged again, his claws scrambling on the wood as he climbed and heaved his heavy body into the window. He froze as it slammed shut, listening, but she did not stir. Shaking himself out, his silky fur making no noise, he padded through the cabin, familiarizing himself with the scents and sounds, but the most overpowering scent was her fertile cycle. It called to him, casting a spell over him as he paced slowly towards the bed where she lay sleeping, her legs sprawled out. His lithe wolfen form cast a strange shadow on the floor, the flames flickering on the walls as he stopped in front of her bed, gazing at her.
Her long golden hair fell across her face, her body was young and lithe… and nude, not covered in fur as his was. He was strong and dominant, he could have any female in the pack but he derived no pleasure from wolven coupling anymore. There was always something lacking, something from his distant past kept coming back to haunt him. His slitted amber eyes drifted down over her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing, down over her vulnerable stomach and stopped at the apex of her thighs. He could see the darkness there, the red stain on her white shift. Inhaling deeply, his skin on fire, his cold wet nose inched closer to the spot. He was barely able to restrain himself from letting his long tongue snake out and lap at that spot of female blood, a low growl rumbling in his throat.