Silverwood was not named for its trees but for the clean, white moss that covered its floor and every stone like bright, spongy snow. The druidic elves knew how the moss was kept clean and maybe even cultivated by a symbiotic relationship with tiny, opal beetles that lived inside it. On a night like this night, when the moon shone full and the moss reflected the lunar silver, the whole of the wood was bathed in light. So it was that two wolves cast almost no shadows as they sat together in a clearing, calmly watching the stars turn in the sky.
A long stillness sat between the two for some time, finally laid to rest when the charcoal gray wolf said, "You will do well in the trials, I think," to the pale, white wolf by his side.
The white wolf, to its credit, only jumped a little at the sudden words before settling himself and replying, "I hope so, Master. To be a full druid at last will be an honor."
The silence returned again and they sat, each thinking similar thoughts.
This would be the last night they would run together as master and student and maybe the last time ever. Silently, they both watch the sky wheel slowly toward the end of their time until the sadness of it finally overcame the white wolf who took a few steps forward as he shifted so he would not be embarrassed by his loss of control over both his wildshape and of his emotions. He sat now as a young, almost adult, elf in a robe of red and white. He gripped the pale crop of hair on his head and silently cried from grey eyes.
His master sat behind him, still in wolf form, struggling with himself on how to comfort the poor boy. Finally, he too stepped forward and sat beside him, facing him. The dark wolf leaned forward, hesitated, then tenderly licked the tears from young elf's face. After a jolt, the elf sighed and leaned his head to the comforting affection.
Being wolf only in form, the dark animal didn't pant as his tongue stroked the younger elf's cheeks nor did it keep the steady, insistent pace of an animal seeking only to satisfy hunger. Instead, each lap of the tongue slid over the others smooth skin with a gentle comfort that left a smoldering heat in the elf's face. The blush in his cheeks flushed to his ears and he pulled away slightly as embarrassment took him again. He glanced into the eyes of the dark wolf and quickly stared away as he saw the understanding in those eyes. His secret was revealed and now he awaited the further shame of his master's rejection.
No rejection came. The dark wolf only starred for a moment as his mind processed the new revelation then he leaned forward again and continued licking the others face.
There was something electric in the contact now and it took the elf a few strokes before his mind grasped that there would be no cold distance, no pretended ignorance and no loss of the friendship.
A thrill trickled down the elf's spine like hackles rising off of his back. Still looking away, he angled his head away from the wolf and the wolf, understanding the move, began to lick along the jaw and neck of the boy. The tongues damp heat shot flaming sparks into the elf's chest making it hard to breath right. When the wolf began licking his ears the heat in him exploded through him and a pleasured "Ahhh!" hummed from his throat. He quickly folded his hands in his lap, trying to maintain some control over himself. In his lap, though, his hands found that the lupine attention had given rise to a new development. He clasped his hands around his stiffened member through the robe out of habitual embarrassment as he looked down to see if his excitement was obviously visible.
The wolf took the moment to start licking the now exposed back of the neck sending new pulses of heat down the elf's spine. He shuddered, causing the robe to slip from one shoulder and the wolf moved to lap there.
