Camp, and a familiar face...
Light blankets the wilderness in deep shadows of sapphire and amethyst. Like a silver stream, a swiftly moving pack flow into the clearing, in pursuit of the solitary wolf-shaped speck just ahead of them, just as the moon rises. Luminous and huge, the moon's light edges every treetop, and illuminates each powerful wolf with its silver tendrils. The wolves plaintive song echoes across the miles, striking deep into the hearts of every other wolf, and dog, and terror into the hearts of both the men around and their quarry. They were chasing a lone female wolfess, who wasn't the sort to stick around and ask for trouble when she came into heat. She had snuck away and fled, but just an hour too late. They had caught her scent when she had stopped to numb her aching pads in a small running stream not that far from the boundaries of pack territory. And so she fled, taking the wolves sanity with her as her scent wafted back. The terror she felt when she heard the call lent her new strength and stamina, and she pulled ahead, hiding in a small lake just ahead of the completely male pack. She lay still barely daring to breath, as the last wolf plunged by her, the beta barely able to see as he panted and puffed about. She grabbed him by the neck and overturned him, making her claim over him and his life. The wolf was so shocked he made not one sound as she gripped his neck and bit down a bit to remind him who it was that held his life. He whimpered, just a little and she tightened her grip, cutting off his air supply for a short while. When she released him he stayed quiet, and followed her as she swam over where the other wolves had run. She followed the lakes tributaries, barely noting the beta as he followed, tail between his legs. The ground grew rockier and the air thickened perceptibly, as her flee for life became an exploration. She was looking for somewhere safe when she happened upon a cave, well hidden and warm with a hidden exit, and an obvious exit. She scouted it, making sure no bears lived near, and satisfied of her safety, she set about making the cave more comfy, having forgotten the beta, who still lagged behind while she readied her new home. She was laying, resting and cleaning her sore and bloody feet when the beta staggered in, with blood long dried on his neck, and torn about pads. "What is your name?" she asked him, not ungently. "W-w-whicker" the young and sore wolf stammered. As she looked closer she saw he was only about two seasons old, and big for his age. "Mine is Ebony, for obvious reasons" she laughed indictating her pelt, which was indeed ebony in color, and which marked her as a wolf from another pack. The only thing that marred the black was a small zig zag of silver on her chest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Next Morning ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a place not far from there, a dozen male wolves, and a dozen vixens were preparing for summer studies, while their tutors were planning summer liasons... The two groups had met for the first time that morning. The first group to arrive had been the light group, a group of young adolescent vixens, all of whom were well into their first season, but currently well away from males of their own species. One of these females stood out, as she was a striking blue/grey color, and also had a few necklaces drapped about her neck, resting against her chest stunningly, whilst the other 9 vixens were the typical red colour. The vixens were lead by an adult female vixen, who went by the name of Niamh (pronounced nee-av) she was there to teach these vixens how to open their minds and receive what the Great Ones allowed them to see. She was also, unofficially going to teach the vixens how to stalk and creep anywhere. Next out was the pack of young male wolves. Rowdy and vaguely uncomfortable within their changing bodies, they cavorted about in high spirits, and yet again there was one, unlike the others in demeanor, personality and looks. This was the one quiet male wolf, he was jet black apart from a bright silver flash from his nose tip across his shoulders, extending down his front left leg, across his back to his tail, and down his right hindleg. These wolves were lead by an alpha male wolf named Fionn (pronounced fyunn). He was teaching the young males how to meditate, hunt and how to battle. The two groups were located within howling (or yapping) distance, close enough for the other camp to hear the usual noises that one expects around a camp in the countryside. The camp was located miles away from any town or farm, and had a variety of habitats, densely wooded areas, where everything was very gloomy, sunlit sparse wooded areas, where the sun made intriguing shadows on the floor, streams, rivers and lakes, and also small mountains, which contained waterfalls. The open aired countryside that was everywhere was filled with purple lavender, green grass and blue crocuses. Both groups found it difficult to settle down as they had just met one another in their separate groups, and now had this bunch of exciting, new people to talk to. The vixens all introduced themselves to the group, one at a time by saying their names, and an interest of theirs. The round started at a rather pretty, but chubby vixen, "My name is Sara, and well I like to watch people as they go by, often not noticing me" she sits down with a sad smile as she remembers just this morning her parents argument. The next turn then goes to a very tall, skinny vixen. "My name is Cady and thats Ca-dy NOT Caddy, and I like to run" She grins as she flexes her hindlegs, and draws attention to the muscles that bulge there. This carries on, adding a Jane, Alice, Gypsy, Wendy, Sorcha and an Mia to the list. Last up is the little blue/grey vixen and she stood her voice ringing out, not just through the clearing, but through their minds too, "My name is Mystic, and I have a talent that most people are uncomfortable with, I can tell what someone is thinking before they know it themselves" she sits down, acknowledging the other vixens edging away with a sardonic grin, and a nod of her head. Everyone noticed the various gem necklaces that hung about her neck, the tigers eye, that everyone knew, down to the more unknown haemitite. The reason these made her unusual was because none of the vixens were adorned. Over at the other camp, the male wolves were introducing themselves in the same manner. A large heavyset male wolf spoke first, "My name is Bill, and well I love to wrestle" he sits down, slightly embarrassed at the attention he is receiving. The list grows as Noah, John, Svengali (call him Sven), Ben, Bran, Stanley and Grey take their turn. They all stop and stare at the one wolf thats not spoken yet, and he doesnt fail to disappoint them "My name is Ciaran (pronounced kee-ur-an) and well I like most of the things that male wolves like" here his before blank face allows a sneer to materalise"girls, athletics, the usual, but my favourite interest has to be self control, I love to be able to stay alert on an hours deep sleep, to become unseen and to stalk, unheard, unseen and unfelt til its too late for whatever, or whomever i'm stalking". Everyone stares at the wolf, and he lays down and places his head on his paws and closes his eyes, giving off the illusion of sleep. All around him whispers start up and Fionn went off somewhere beyond the average hearing range. Gradually the other wolves slept, none of them alone except Ciaran. Niamh and Fionn met up by the lake and discuss their most promising students, and also their plans for the next few days, before stripping off what little they wore and swimming together in the lake. Both groups of their students could hear their laughter and wondered what they were doing.No-one had realised that this studies group would also have 'extra curricular activities'. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At A Hidden WaterFall ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All of the girls stayed up gossiping in their tents, all that is but one. Mystic had sneaked away from everyone else earlier, unable to handle the range of thoughts that were entering her head right now. She sat above the waterfall that was in sight of both camps and sighed relaxing as the soft murmur of the water soothed her, lulling her into a false sense of security. She lay back against the boulder she was leaning on, with the moss covering it making a lovely natural pillow, and she closed her eyes, practising closing her mind off. So intent was she that she never noticed the wolf that was watching her. Ciaran sat studying this unusual vixen as she lay, not with the others, but alone like him. He allowed his senses to flare up and he had an urge to protect her, this vixen made vulnerable by her loneliness. He knew that she was unlike the others in her group, and that they had another thing in common. At least now he knew he may have found someone to understand him finally. He decided to make his presence known to her, by walking up openly, treading delibrately on a twig to give her warning. He chuckled deep in his chest as he saw her jump, and instantly focus her mind on him, he blocked it a little, so she could just read what he wanted her to read.*This should be fun, I wonder what she's like* Mystic jumped and spun round teeth showing, and tried to see who, and more importantly what, was by the waterfall with her. At first she encountered a wall of some sort with seemed to disintegrate as she probed it. *hmmmm a male wolf, Ciaran, outsider, here as a student too* she grinned and waited patiently for him to join her.She continued staring at the water, as if it could reveal lifes mysteries to her, she felt the chill he brought from the woods and shivered as he sat next to her. "Hello, my name is Mystic, and yours is...?" She grinned and looked at him under her eye lashes. *wow his gorgeous* this was her first thought about him, and her second was *I wonder if his single*. Mystic was, for all her unusual talents, just a vixen after all. "My name is Ciaran, and i'm very pleased to meet you" with this he gave a little half bow and then grinned up at her rakishly, and with the flirtatious look in his eyes that matched the tone of his voice.*I can't believe she spoke first! most creatures go quiet when they see me!* He was rather shocked this this shy, but stunning, vixen didn't find him scary at all. "So whereabouts are you from?" He asked this showing none of the cockiness from earlier amongst the other wolves. "Not far from here, actually, i've been here loads of times, and love to escape up here" She sighed as she looked over the scene before her, with everything tipped with silver from the waxing moon. "My 'rents thought i could do with a little 'female bonding' but i've never really got on with females of my species, i'm too different for them" She made a visual attempt to cheer up"And where are you from?" Ciaran was shocked to discover that she lived so near, and yet he hadn't seen her. He blamed it on the fact that they had just moved here from Ireland, and he hadn't got out much since. "I've just moved about 15 miles north of here actually, from Ireland. My parents gave me a constant reminder of good ole Ireland though, with my name" They sat and talked 'til the sun came up and there was activity in the respective camps before separating with a promise to meet back in the same spot that very same night. Both walked back to camp feeling very self satisifed, more than a little tired, and a little unsure about their feelings. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Hidden Bush ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Whicker had heard all that was said, and reported back to Ebony, who was setting the cave to rights, and blocking up the entrance from the way they had approached. When he came back, and described the young wolf she gasped, shocked speechless for a second, "My brother! and a vixen? Oh well now he can know the truth about why I left and let mother and father know for me". Whicker sat still watching Ebony with a fascination he found hard to hide. Whicker knew that she was in heat, and that she would hate him if he suggested anything, so he went out, without disturbing her contemplation, and got rid of his pent up lust by hunting a family of red deer that lived in the forest, managing to bring down an old doe. He dragged it back to the den for Ebony to eat, knowing that she needed to eat more than him.. He knew now that her brother was staying near here, and he knew that if her brother caught him, then her brother would smell her on him, and kill him before he had a chance to protect herself. "E-ebony, after you have eaten, I have found a stream for you to drink, and bathe, and soothe your pads" Whicker said, stammering only a little this time. Ebony smiled rather fondly at the relatively large rust coloured wolf, thinking back to her friends family in Ireland, "Thank you Whicker, but you must eat with me, and also help me find a way to get in touch with him" With this she put her head down and started to eat hungrily, and Whicker joined her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First Days Lesson With Niamh ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *I wonder what Ciaran is doing?* ran through Mystics head, as Niamh showed them the art of stalking on a rabbit that lay sunning itself in a field. The young vixens gasped as Niamh caught it in her jaws, without harming it, then letting it go again. The vixens started to practise stalking on each other, and Niamh gave them their first lot of homework. "You must all sneak into the wolves camp, and bring me back something that coud only come from there. You have ten days to do this, one a night. And I want you to do this in the order that you introduced yourselves." Mystic grinned, as this gave her an excuse to meet Ciaran on his own, in his tent. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First Days Lesson With Ciaran ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *I wonder what Mystic is upto* was going through Ciarans head as Fionn showed them how it was that wolves fought, and in the different situations they might fight. Ciaran smiled as Bill and Noah started to spar, and then Fionn set them a piece of homework, which was, "Harden up your pads, and then tell me how you did it. We will be going on a fourty mile hunt within ten days, and any who do NOT keep up will be running ten miles before breakfast in the mornings." Ciaron grinned as he knew he hardly any work to do, and could keep up easily. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After Dinner At The WaterFall ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The wolf and vixen met up that very same night and discussed the uneventful day they both had had. Ciaran promised to get Mystic a towel with his name embossed in the side. She promised to help him run, and with that gave him a small nudge and ran, fleet of foot and quick of reflexes, through the woods darting here and there hidden in the darkness. Ciaran ran unheedful of the small branches that whipped his face and sides, and left little blood stains on the ground. They eventually met up at the waterfall where they had first met, Ciaran sore, bruised and foot-worn, and Mystic, exhilarated and breathless. They both bathed in the soothing waters of the waterfall, and felt much rested and comfy again, though Ciaran still panted, and Mystic still wore a huge grin. They lay side-by-side full of the energies of adolescence. Then Mystic yawned and Ciaran followed suit, and before they knew it, they had both fallen into a deep, dreamfilled sleep, in which they were safe, loved and warm. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- During The Witching Hour (ie 12 Midnight) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ebony crept down to see Ciaran, asleep and nestled with Mystic. She grinned and sat watching him, unaware that she too is being watched by Whicker. She stood guard over him, and Mystic, to ensure that nothing disturbed their restful sleep. Then as dawn broke in the lightening sky, Ebony took off, and Whicker followed, laying a little way away from the den to which Ebony now retired too. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Early Morning ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ciaran woke with a start, as he felt warm silky fur aginst him. It was the hint of a smell he had smelt many times before, in his old pack, and also had a slight sense of familiarity in the smell. It was when Mystic moved against him, that he realised what the smell was, and also why his skin was so sensitive. A wolfess in heat had been by, and he knew the scent. It was his sister Ebony! He looked about for her, and went to move but made Mystic stir, and he then couldn't move, didn't want to as she opened her eyes and smiled at him. Mystic opened her eyes and sighed dreamily into the deep chocolate brown eyes that were looking at her so tenderly. She then snuggled into the soft fur, then sat bolt upright and blushed at the look on Ciarans face when he looked at her again. *I can't believe we fell asleep together. I've dreamt of feeling safe and warm enough to do that!* "Morning ermmm how did you sleep?" she asked shyly not sure what to say, and twisting her necklaces around her claws. She blushed anew at the looks Ciaran was giving her and dropped her eyes. She gasped as Ciaran grabbed her paws and then tilted her head up gently but firmly. "Listen, I don't know how to say this, but, ermmm I really could do with some help here." he told here motioning with his eyes to his sheath, which due to a combination of the closeness of her warm silky smooth fur, the scent of her heat scent, and his sisters combined, had caused his sheath to swell slightly, and the tip of his member emerge, leaking pre-cum. He blushes deeper than she could ever imagine as she looked at his sheath, and then at his eyes with a small mischevious fire in them. *Finally I can touch him and do...this* she nuzzled her face into his sheath, causing him to groan with shock and pant in the early morning mists, caused by the proximity to the waterfall, which obscured anyfurs view of them. She starts to lap at the tip of his member daintily, getting used to the taste of it, then remembering what her older sisters had said one day when they thought she was asleep, she took the tip in her mouth and started to suck gently. Ciaran was in heaven, not only was his sister nearby, with whom he had a few dares to collect from, he was being 'taken care of' by a vixen who was so innocent yet so desirable. *Don't stop, please dont stop* he begged her in his mind, unable to speak, as his member emerged further. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At The Den ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ebony smiled as the small noises she could hear from where Ciaran and Mystic where laying. She could hear grunts and groans, the sounds and smells which followed making her uncomfortably wet, and horny. She looked at Whicker, who at about 6/9 months was just mature enough to breed, and looked at his sheath, which she could see due to his position of laying on his back. She assessed covertly, noting that it was larger than her fathers even, and he was considered a very large wolf in her pack. She wandered over to Whicker quietly, not stirring even a leaf, and started to lick the sides of his sheath, in hopes of waking him up lustful enough to help ease her discomfort. Whicker laid mostly asleep, nose twitching as Ebony moved and her scent wafted over his nose. He dreamt of Ebony, and what he knew she could do to him and what he wished she would. His dream was so vivid that he felt his member begin to awaken, and Ebonys mouth upon him. He never thought for one second it could actually be happening. He woke with a start to find Ebony bent over his now fully erect member, and started to leak pre all over his belly,she turned as he started to pant. Ebony smiled very lustily and delibrately stared at him before reaching down, keeping her eyes on his, and started to lap hungrily at the tip of his member, causing him to gasp as his knot started to form. "Your finally awake, and as I can see, a VERY big boy indeed" Ebony half growls in her throat as she turned and pranced away, not expecting him to follow. Whicker growls in his throat, the sort of growl you would expect any male wolf to make when they had just been woken up to find a gorgeously beautiful, and in heat, wolfess started to suck them off then leave them high and dry, so to speak. The growl was half a whine, which was entreating her to help him. Following his instincts Whicker followed Ebony closely, near to where Mystic and Ciaran where engaged in much the same as what they were doing. Gathering his muscles, Whickered leapt, and managed to land on Ebony's back as she tried to pull away. Ebony now suffering second thoughts about this, scrambled up to leave when Whicker gripped her by the scruff, positioned himself and started to thrust blindly missing her slit at first. Ebony now surrendered to him, his domminance over her making her feel wanted. When he eventually found her slit, he thrust his whole length into her smoothly, and started to jack-knife into her rapidly. Whicker suddenly stiffened, as Ebony tightened around his sensitive member, causing him to spasm sporadically, and to spurt his unmatured seed into her. They both panted in sympathy with each other, and listened with half an ear to Ciarans orgasm, signified by a barely muffled howl. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Back with Ciaran and Mystic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The male wolf and fox both had to bathe again, covered in the scent of sex, lust and sweat. They were silent now, not needing to speak, and obviously needing time alone. As they slowly walked back to camp, Mystic leant against Ciaran, letting him lead the way, though she, unknowing, set the pace. She sighed with satisfaction, knowing camp just wasn't gonna be as bad as she thought it would be.