Rightful Love
The male wolf, nashoba, was first to wake, lifting his head slowly so as not to wake watersinger.
The Longest Winter
In times other than these, watersinger would have been accepted into the family, but in the middle of a harsh winter with practically no food to share already, watersinger should have been rejected.
Wolves, huskies and men
Lakota lay with the gsd and nashoba, whilst john lay with watersinger. sarah lay alone on the bed shivering slightly, and sore in between her legs.
Ice Wardens of the Keep
User=70800&character=0&clevel=2) vhenan](https://vhenan.sofurry.com/ "vhenan") characters (c) to vhenan and watersinger story is a short scene to describe what is happening here. the pair had wandered for what felt like an age.
Important Memories - Singer
I half expected, with the delirium caused by pain, to see two watersingers, but there was indeed just me. blood began to pool around my paws, reddening my left forepaw due to the whiteness.
Valentines Day
It was another ordinary day within the household. The wolf and armadillo had been curling together to sleep for weeks, and the wounds that had covered her ear was healed. The snow was beginning to melt upon the ground as spring was in the air, and it...
Self-Experimentation
I am unable to, say, travel to the founding of the shaalure kingdoms and prevent the formation of the watersinger conclave, two hundred years ago. i would be able to see it with much effort, but to change it is beyond me.
First Christmas
Happy Christmas, SFians, and Happy Christmas to Ozone.This is for you, a follow up to your birthday present, I just hope you like it. If not - well then you know what to do! xxx It had been almost two months since the female wolf had come to live with...
A Jelly Good Time
~~props to watersinger for the conversion, and to ... to a bird, the sight that was below, on the ground held it motionless in the air for a few moments.
Never cross a wolf
The pack run free in the mountain forests and plains, wisps of grey mist loping steadily in pursuit of their prey, revelling in the wind and the scents on the air and the sheer exuberance of life. The huge timber wolf was majestic, still and quiet...
No longer alone.
This is the second part of my birthday present for Ozone, and something which I have written myself. Just hope you like it when you do read it, since you definitely do deserve it, no matter what you seem to think. If you don't like it then just bite me...
Introducing the 'Hunter'
The wolf stared at his 'catch' suddenly regretting the words he had uttered at the small, scared wolfess. His silver fur was currently dulled, so as to make him less distinguishable from the habitat around him. He now felt guilty, his blue eyes...