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Chapter 33: Little Bitch in Heat

That night, the group camped at the bottom of the meadow, very close to the mountains. After talking it over, Kel, Zaldon, and Keeno had decided that it was best to observe the mountain wolves from a distance before they approached the village -- which, Zaldon told the others, was a large and underground maze of huts that was not on the mountains but beneath them.

"The mountain wolves are not friendly," Zaldon told the others that night over dinner. "They do not trust outsiders. If we want inside to look for Enya and Theo, we will have to come bearing presents. Food and flowers from the summer village will easily impress them, but they won't be impressed by weapons: they are master blacksmiths."

The group had then decided to retire. Kel and Zane would take watch last: Zaldon was exhausted from using so much magic and needed all the rest he could get. Yuri too.

And so that evening, it was Roan who sat around the low fire with Keeno, reflecting on Zaldon's words. Though Kel had been worried about him, he assured the others that he was well enough to take watch with Keeno that night. He sat with his spear in the crook of his arm, his elbows on his knees, and his green eyes brooding as they reflected the firelight like twin flames. Having the mountains looming so close behind unnerved Roan, but he was careful to keep his nerves hidden from Keeno.

"You know, Roan," Keeno said quietly after some time, "if I had known you and Theo -- I never would have married Enya to him, not if I knew!"

"It's okay, Uncle Keeno!" Roan insisted, as he had insisted so many times before. "I know that you were just trying to protect Enya. I'm not mad at anyone anymore. All I care about now is finding Theo," finished Roan, gazing miserably into the flames.

Keeno watched him sympathetically. "Poor kid," he said, eying Roan with sad dark eyes. "I've seen this shit around me all my life: tail chasers struggling against all odds to have what everyone else has: a happy, loving relationship. Too bad I didn't see that Enya's case was no different, huh?" Keeno gave a bitter laugh and hacked a loogy over his shoulder.

"You were just trying to protect her, Uncle. We all know that."

Keeno nodded darkly but didn't seem comforted.

"You know," began Roan after a pause, "if Enya comes to live in the sun village, I will look after my cousin for you. This I vow!"

Keeno gave a half-smile and suddenly pulled Roan under his arm. "You're ah good kid, Roan," he said, loving the sound of Roan's boyish laughter when he received a hard ruffle on the mane from his uncle. "And don't you ever change!"

They were still laughing and Roan was still squirming to escape his uncle's big arm when they heard a noise. It sounded like grass rustling, the sound of feet approaching. Keeno and Roan went into warrior mode at once, snatching up their weapons, their ears pricked forward as their eyes darted over the grassy fields of the meadow for attackers. They had set up camp on a hill, from the vantage point of which they should have seen any strange wolves approaching. But these wolves seemed to have used magic to advance on their adversaries: they suddenly melted out of the darkness, their bodies slowly taking form, their transparent fur flushing with color. Wolves stood all around the camp now: auburn, gray, white, silver, and striped. They carried battleaxes, chains, spears, and very hard expressions.

"Zaldon!" Keeno hissed. "Kel! KEL!"

The two older wolves came awake, as well as Yuri and Zane, who looked silently alarmed to find themselves surrounded. They rose to their feet, and Kel and Zane took up their spears with grim expressions. The strangers drew near and Keeno's heart sank as he silently counted them: there were at least twenty-odd wolves surrounding the camp, all of them warriors -- some of them female warriors carrying spears as easily as the males!

One female warrior in particular came forward. She was auburn of color, her mane a darker shade, her black eyes slanted and glittering somberly. Her mane was pulled back in one long, glossy braid, and around her large breasts were straps into which daggers and knives were tucked. On one of her paws was a fingerless leather glove, and in this gloved paw she held upright a large battleaxe, the silver blade of which glinted innocently in the moonlight. She had a teeny waist and a pretty, heart-shaped face that nonetheless wore the hardened expression of a warrior when she spoke to them.

"My name is Teesa," said the auburn female, "and I am the captain of the royal guard of the mountain wolves. We have been given orders by our queen to bring you to her. You are to come peacefully -- or bound, if you struggle."

Kel and Zaldon looked at each other.

"We will come peacefully," Kel announced, though he did not lower his spear.

Teesa smiled darkly. "Then drop your weapons. The sorcerer and his child are to wear these." She idly gestured her paw, and a tall, darkly grinning male warrior stepped forward with golden chains. One set of chains were linked between golden cuffs for the wrists. The other set was a leash with a heavy golden collar.

Zaldon's nostrils flared: only gold fastened to a sorcerer's neck or wrists could keep them from using magic.

"How does your queen know about me and Yuri?" Zaldon demanded, his big body tense.

Teesa looked at him with cold, unfeeling eyes. "I do not question my queen anymore than you peasant summer wolves question your chief and chieftess."

Silently seething, Zaldon put his paws behind his back and leaned down toward the warrior with the chains, offering his neck.

The warrior only smiled nastily. "Your wrists, big boy," he said to Zaldon.

Zaldon's eyes flashed. "I will not stand by while Yuri is led along on a leash --"

"He said your wrists," added another female warrior: a dark gray female with small, sharp breasts, very narrow hips, and a quiver of arrows on her back. She lifted her crossbow at Zaldon's face and aimed right between his eyes. "Or else," she whispered.

Zaldon glared at her but offered his wrists, which were immediately shackled by the grinning male warrior. The male warrior then moved to Yuri, and eying her up and down with open lust, he winked at her and said, "Push back that pretty mane, doll face."

Yuri did so with a frightened leap of her heart, doing her best to ignore it when the warrior made a show of leaning very close as he fastened on the collar. He leaned so close that his hard chest brushed her nipples: standing there holding her mane back, Yuri's breasts had been thrust forward by the gesture. She quickly dropped her arms and resisted the urge to cover her breasts: she had the acute feeling that to do such a thing would have made him laugh at her. He took his time fastening the collar the longer to keep her nipples touching him, and when he was done, he gave her cheek a secret kiss that no one else saw. Yuri shivered and averted her eyes: his lips had left a wet, hot tingling sensation on her cheek. Then to Yuri's horror, he took the end of the golden chain and tugged playfully on it, leading her away.

Yuri darted Zaldon a frightened glance but followed the warrior away down the grassy slope. She could hear the others still talking as she was led off:

"And drop your weapons," Teesa was saying.

Kel looked as if he'd rather drop his teeth first, but Zaldon said to him quietly, "We have to do this, Kel. If it means getting inside the mountain village, we have to."

Kel's jaw was standing out hard in his fury and indignation that Zaldon and Yuri were being chained, that he and the others were expected to leave their weapons behind. But he dropped his spear and gestured to the others to do the same. Keeno swallowed thickly but did as he was told. Roan and Zane followed suit.

"Very good," Teesa said with a mocking little smile. "Now . . . come with us. The queen is waiting." With that, she turned away and followed after the male warrior who was leading Yuri down through the grass.

Zaldon bit his lip when the skinny little female with the crossbow yanked on his chains, then barked for him to walk ahead of her. He did as he was told, grunting when her tiny foot nudged him under his tail to get him going faster. Zaldon felt a hot blush creeping up his cheeks: her little toe had accidentally-on-purpose nudged into his anus. He walked as fast as he could, not wanting that sharp toe to violate him again and also not wanting Kel to see his flaming cheeks. He could see Yuri walking ahead between the warrior who had taken her and the female called Teesa. The other mountain wolves pressed in around them, weapons glinting in the moonlight, their eyes curiously dancing over their captives.

It wasn't long before Zaldon found himself walking beside the little female who had kicked him. She came to his side, her crossbow still held ready in her paws. She was so slender and slight that her collarbones were poking sharply through, as well as the high cheekbones in her face. Like Teesa, she wore straps that held little pouches, daggers, and knives. There were lines under her dark eyes. She was roughly Zaldon's age, maybe more, maybe less. After a long time of walking at his side, she glanced sideways at him with an amused little smile, and Kel (who was walking a little way behind them) was shocked when she spoke the following words:

"So how did you get yourself into this one, Zaldy?"

Zaldon chuckled under his breath and answered something back in the moon tongue. Kel couldn't believe it when the skinny female replied, and the two of them started talking in Yuri's slow, melodic language, sometimes laughing, other times grinning at each other. Kel saw their tails brush each other bashfully, playfully, and felt a silent thrill of rage. He wished he could understand what they were saying, and even though he couldn't, he strained nonetheless to catch the affectionate and loving tone that the conversation was quickly taking on. What in the world was going on here? Zaldon knew this skinny, boney, unattractive little female? And what was more, Zaldon seemed to like her! His black eyes looked down at her with a gentle affection that made Kel's heart burn.

While Kel was silently fuming and straining to understand what Zaldon was saying to his apparent friend, Yuri was stumbling along between the warrior who held her golden leash and the tall and serious Teesa, who treated Yuri with complete disdain.

"You act as if she was yours already," Teesa said derisively to the warrior.

Yuri glanced sideways at her captor: he wasn't bad-looking. He was a dark gray wolf with black stripes around his eyes, eyes that were such a pearly gray they were almost silver. His arms were tight with muscles, his pale eyes were thick with long lashes, and his lips were always twisted in a playful smile. His mane was long and black, thick and almost curly. It spilled in dark, rough locks to the small of his dimpled back, just above his hard, flexing ass cheeks. He was completely desirable and he made Yuri blush every time he looked her way: there was always a fire in his eyes, a mischief that told Yuri he had something in store for her later. Teesa called him by the name of Talib with a wearisome roll of her eyes. Yuri repeated the name in her mind: Talib. She knew if she spoke the name, it would roll off her lips and tongue, and she blushed and averted her eyes when Talib suddenly smiled at her -- as if he had guessed her thoughts!

"And stop flirting with the little creature!" Teesa added darkly.

Talib chuckled. "My sister, I hardly need encouragement. Passion's fire is easily lit in this one."

Teesa shot Yuri a glare, the shaft of her big battleaxe resting against her shoulder. "So she's a horny little pup. So what? You promised me you'd stop fucking around and concentrate on your carrier in the royal guard. If Mother finds out that you had another captive behind your wife's back --"

"Oh, fuck Mother!" Talib snapped, making his sister gasp angrily. "And fuck my wife. As if she never had a lover behind my back! Remember Zev, that little dickwad from the fifth platoon? I bet you that pup doesn't even belong to me --!"

"TalIB: " Teesa warned, her voice an angry bark. "Bite your tongue about such things. She may be a drooling little pup, but this one is no featherhead. She hears and remembers everything -- a sorcerer's child! Don't forget that!"

Talib rolled his eyes and gave Yuri a smile as if to say, "Annoying, isn't she?"

Yuri couldn't stop herself giggling when he made a silly face behind his sister's back, and Teesa's breasts heaved angrily.

It wasn't long before they had crossed through the foothills and come to a mountain trail. At the end of the trail, as daylight was slowly creeping against the inky night, they came to a cave in the face of the central mountain. Here, two guards stood on watch, spears at ready. They greeted Teesa with a nod and muttered the words "Captain Teesa . . ." with respectfully lowered eyes as the group passed inside.

The tunnel was dark and narrow and damp. The cold air sent a chill through Yuri's fur. There were strange lanterns on the walls -- well, at first, Yuri thought they were lanterns. But she soon realized they were mushrooms! The mushrooms were glowing in the dark, throwing long shadows across their path, lighting their way as they passed deeper and deeper underground.

Yuri felt terribly frightened: she was a wolf from a village near the sea. The open air, open spaces had been her life! And now here she was, trapped with all these wolves shuffling behind her, trapped between these close walls -- walls with strange pictures painted on them in vivid, brilliant colors! Yuri stared at the walls with wide sable eyes, her mouth open. The pictures were telling a story. As they continued along, she saw wolves kneeling, holding their arms open to some unseen but obviously important wolf. Their chieftess? Yes, their queen! She saw two figures seated on thrones, surrounded by these kneeling wolves. One of the rulers was dark gray with intensely black eyes, a handsome male. The other ruler was a tan female, a white stripe cutting down her belly and over her breasts. Deep blue eyes peered from the pretty face of this wolf. Yuri gasped. Enya!

Hearing Yuri gasp, Talib playfully tweaked her chin. "We're almost out, pussy cat," he said, "don't be frightened. Talib's here to protect you . . ."

Yuri stiffened when Talib reached under tail, and slipping his fingers carefully between her thighs, he fingered her as they were walking. Yuri let out a cry and almost stumbled to a halt. She could hear Zaldon's angry grunt somewhere behind her in the gloom.

"Keep your fucking paws off her!" Zaldon warned. "Or we won't be coming so peacefully."

"Oh, what are you going to do, you old fool?" Talib snapped back. "You are bound by gold chains --"

"But only because I choose to be," Zaldon warned, his voice echoing against the tunnel walls.

"Shut up, sorcerer!" Teesa warned Zaldon. "You are our honored guest so long as you act honorably." She added to her brother, "And stop teasing the little twit, Talib. She may be a horny little thing, but she seems to jump if you look at her cross-eyed."

Talib rolled his eyes, but Yuri was glad when he let her be.

They came to the end of the tunnel at last. More of the glowing mushrooms lighted their way through the gloomy village streets, these mushrooms very big and as tall as a pup. Huts spread away into the distant glow of a giant mushroom growing down from the ceiling, which sent a blue pulsing light over the vast village. Yuri took in a sharp breath: the mountain village was a huge underground landscape, a village even larger than the moon village! She could see a few towers reaching in brick pillars to the dark underground ceiling, pavilions, clotheslines, stables for cattle. It was a whole other world beneath the mountains, a village of softly glowing lights. A city. And in the center of this city, a huge hut. The hut of the queen? It had to be.

Yuri and the others were led toward this hut. It was a little after dawn, but nonetheless, Yuri could see wolves peering in curiosity and amusement from the windows of their homes, wolves whispering on street corners, and even little pups peeping around the sides of big mushrooms, their ears pricked forward, their tails low.

Yuri's heart hammered. What was in store for them? Who was this queen and what did she want and why had that wolf in the paintings looked so much like Enya? These thoughts chasing each other through her head, Yuri barely noticed when they had entered the huge hut at last. There was stairs leading to other floors, curtains sealing off other rooms, the smell of cooking meat, flowers hanging in vines from the high ceiling. They entered a vast throne room, the floor of which was richly packed, soft earth. Two thrones sat at the far end of a very long strip of fur carpet. The thrones were beautifully carved of wood and draped in soft furs, the armrests laced with flowers. One of the throne chairs was empty, but Yuri barely had a chance to see who was sitting in the other one: Talib jerked so hard on her chain that Zaldon let out an angry cry. Yuri was led sputtering toward the seated ruler, who was now a blur as tears sprang to her eyes. Did Talib have to pull so hard? Yuri fell to her knees before a pair of small feet, her fingers pulling in silent desperation at the choking collar. She heard Talib speaking as he stood over her.

"Your highness," Talib was saying, "the little moon wolf, as you requested . . ."

"And the others too, your highness," added Teesa, gesturing. "If it pleases you, for we live to please . . ."

Teesa and Talib bowed and waved their arms. Wiping away her tears, Yuri looked over her shoulder to see Kel, Zaldon, and the others being led forward. Zaldon was still shuffling along in his chains, but all of them had the palest expressions of shock on their faces.

Yuri turned back to the throne chairs with a frown. The one on the right was empty, but the one on the left -- Yuri gasped under the smiling queen. Enya! Enya sat on her throne, one leg crossed over the other, a wooden scepter in her paw and a crown of flowered vines in her wild curls. She smiled coldly at Yuri's shock and said in a nasty, cutting voice:

"Well, well, well . . . a little bitch in heat."