The Aftermath
The moon, nearly full, shone down its soft light onto the forest below. The trees were mostly coniferous, leading to a bed of soft needles coating the forest floor. Occasional pinecones stood as islands in the otherwise relatively soft ground, crunching if stepped on and providing a hard contrast to the softer needles and grasses. The trees stood close together, allowing only some of the moon and starlight to filter to ground level. Perhaps ground level is misleading here, seeing as the ground was noticeably sloped. This was understandable; after all, the forest was partway up the mountain side.
Underneath one of the many pines lay a wolf. His ears were splayed back, and his tail was curled around his body to end near his nose. His eyes were raised to the white orb above him that was patterning his fur with light and shadow. The eyes held worry and apprehension, and his entire posture was subdued.
The wolf was alone. Odd for a wolf, but as this was an anthro, it was less odd than it would be for one of his feral brethren. Seeing as he was anthro, however, it was much more odd to see he was naked. A loincloth was lying nearby, but the wolf made no move to put it on. He simply stared at the moon, worry in his eyes and a flush on his cheeks.
Any wolf that happened upon him, anthro or feral, could see the reason for his embarrassment went beyond his nakedness. Curled up as he was, the reason wasn't visible, but any canine nose could smell the evidence of his earlier arousal. Had he stood on his footpaws, the sticky, matted fur would give visible testament to his act even if the white of his seed blended with the white of his stomach fur. This wasn't a reason for shame in and of itself. Many a sexually frustrated wolf pawed off. They wouldn't in public, but in private, it was acceptable. The wolf off on his own as he was, there was no chance of being caught.
Why, then, was the wolf ashamed? He took a deep breath through his nose. He could smell the reason even with his cum filling his nostrils. There was the faint scent of wolf, a scent that was not his own. An astute nose would know that they had not coupled, or indeed, even touched each other. The scent wasn't on him, nor was his scent on the other wolf. They had, however, both been near the tree, and both had been filled with a very primal need--a need they had acted on.
Once again, this wouldn't normally be a problem. Male wolves would often jerk off with their friends, particularly when they were younger. Despite all this, one thing preyed on the wolf's mind.
A fresh sigh escaped his muzzle as he looked skyward. He stared at the moon as though hoping it would give him an answer of some sort, but the moon stayed silent as it continued its slow, silent journey through the heavens. All the while, his matted fur and smell of sex tormented him.
Eventually, he stood and put on his loincloth. His tail was tucked between his legs, and his ears were still flat. They stayed that way as he went on his slow, silent journey home. His eyes remain downcast, staring at the needles and pinecones, finding his way back on instinct. He was a good way from home, so he should have been paying attention to his surroundings in case of a dangerous feral or perhaps another pack of wolves. Packs didn't normally attack other wolves, but if he strayed into their territory or scared off game from them, they would be very annoyed. His mind was preoccupied, though, so he paid no attention at all to te world around him.
Fortunately for him, the only incident he had on the way home was running into a tree branch. It was right at head height, and with his eyes down, he didn't know it was there until he cracked his head into it. He paid no attention to the cut above his eye; he merely got up and kept walking exactly as before.
Finally, he arrived back at the village. He went for his hut, pausing at the door, worry gnawing away at him. His mind was stuck on his problem. What was he going to say to his mate? Slowly, he lifted the cloth covering the doorway and stepped inside. He hugged himself with one arm and stood inside the flap awkwardly. There, waiting for him, was his mate.
That's all I have for now. I'll update this once I know the ending.