***Author's note: This story contains consensual sexual scenes between a human and a fantastical, wolf-like creature. If that's not your cup of tea, better give it a pass. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it!***
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Gwyn loved the wilderness. Perhaps more than anywhere else, it was here that she felt truly home. Among the thick canopy of emerald trees, the woods came alive with a symphony of chirping birds, rustling leaves, and the occasional distant howl of other creatures fighting for survival. Streams of sunlight filtered through the foliage, creating dappled patterns on the forest floor. The earthy scent of damp moss and fallen leaves enveloped her senses, grounding her in a comforting embrace. But she could admit that it could get lonely, even with Fenrir, her fierce and loyal companion, always at her side.
She glanced into the cave, where her giant white wolf companion was pacing in circles like a trapped predator. He hated these colder months probably more than even she did, when she was forced to seek refuge in caves or abandoned huts to shelter from the biting cold. Soon, the winter snows would drape the landscape in a shimmering white blanket, and she'd have to bid farewell to the wilderness she loved so much, including Fenrir, and take shelter in the nearby village until spring arrived.
The thought of leaving him behind tugged at her heart. But the villagers' fear was not entirely unfounded, for Fenrir was no ordinary wolf. He was at least twice the size of a normal wolf, with long and pristine fur that glistened fainlty under the silver embrace of the moonlight. His eyes were deep pools of amber that often seemed to hold an understanding beyond that of an animal. Sometimes, when he gazed at Gwyn, she felt as though he could peer into her soul. That's why she'd called him Fenrir, after the great wolf and son of the god Loki.
The villagers often whispered fearful tales of a werewolf roaming the woods, and some believed it to be Fenrir. But Gwyn had spent countless nights under the full moon with him, and she had never witnessed any transformation.
It seemed as though Fenrir sensed her inner turmoil, for he lifted his head and let out a sorrowful howl that resonated with her soul.
She had no idea how they had ended up so close. Their bond had only grown stronger ever since that fateful day when Fenrir had saved her from a bear attack. Perhaps it was the shared loneliness of wandering the woods alone that forged their connection.
As the day surrendered to the night, the forest transformed into a realm of deep shadows. Gwyn and Fenrir found themselves nestled in the large cave-like crack edged into the side of a mountain, surrounded by rock and ancient trees and a full moon glowing in the night sky.
Gwyn, feeling the chill in the air, knew that this night would be especially cold. She tended to the crackling fire and pulled her cloak tightly around her shoulders. Yet, as the night lingered, the cold seemed to gnaw at her bones, biting through layers of clothing.
Exhausted, she finally sat down beside the fire, hoping she'd be able to find some rest despite the cold. Her eyes grew heavy with weariness, but her body's shivers kept her from finding sleep.
Fenrir, returning from his nightly hunts, must have noticed her shivers, for he whined softly as he entered the cave. He approached her, his large white form shimmering in the darkness. He nudged her with his muzzle before he nestled beside her, his thick fur acting as a shield against the biting cold. He folded half of his massive body over hers, radiating a comforting warmth that made her expel a weak moan.
The gentle rumble of his growl made her feel as though he approved of the sound. As they lay together, Gwyn couldn't help but marvel at the magical aura that radiated from her wolf companion. She closed her eyes, lulled by the flickering flames of the fire, and began stroking along Fenrir's fur to let him know how much she appreciated his warmth.
"What only would I do without you?" she whispered against his fur, hoping that--just once--he could speak her language.
He growled and licked across her face. It tickled a little and Gwyn chuckled, but she never ceased caressing his back. Fenrir's eyes flared bright amber in the growing darkness, and Gwyn felt him shift closer, dragging more of his weight over her so that she was pinned beneath him--unable to move even if she wanted to.
"You do realize you're about three times my weight, right?" she said, smiling at him. "Don't crush me."
