Mount Flatos,  a big mountain in the north of a mysterious land. 
It seems to be a beautiful place especially with the big wood around the mountain. 

It was exactly this wood in which Boris and his pack are living. 
One day they were going to the waterhole like every day,  just to realize that it was completely dry. 
"Man,  what's that... "
 "It's completely dry "
 "What should we drink now? "
They start to get worried about it. 

Boris than had an idea and began to shout 
"HEY! "
Everyone was now looking at the leader 
"Listen to me,  I know an other place where we can find water.  You all know the mountain in the center of the forest,  well I often hear people talking about a special waterhole on the top. "
A black wolf is interrupting him "Special? "
"Yeah,  they are talking about a place with water on the top which does special things to your tummy and I conclude that it means that the water is very healthy. "

Everyone now is very excited 
"A healthy waterhole? "
"I'm wondering if it is really that healthy "
Boris is smiling "Well you seem to want to go right now,  huh? Then follow me "

Boris starts to lead his pack to the mountain when a few of his wolfes are feeling bad a bit. 
"What's that smell? "
"It's reeking like something died and laid here for months "
The leader was sniffing it too but doesn't really mind at all. 
"C'mon the smell isn't disappearing just by standing here,  I'm sure it gets better when we reach bigger heights. "

It was coming out to be right.  When the wolfes continued the hike the smell got weaker.  It still smelled bad but it was bearable. 
It was taking them about two hours before they reached the top. 

Boris was looking around.  It was a flat landscape, there was a bunch of gras and flowers.  A moment later Boris was sighing and smiled to his pack. 
"Here it is.  Can you hear it?  There's a river.  We will stay for a little while.  You all now can drink from the water.  After that you will try to get some food " he is pointing on a group of three wolfes. 
The three are nodding. 
"Let's go "

Everyone is now rushing to a big river and began to drink.
It was a very good kind of water. It was very clear and a bit cold,  wich only made it better. 
After a few minutes the three wolfs, Boris was choosing to hunt something, began to search for food. 
Meanwhile the others began to using the trees around for marking. 
Boris was watching his pack happily before he felt something in his tummy. 

He simply ignored it and walks over the grass,  checking if everything is alright. 
During this the feeling in his tummy got bigger.  It was something pressing from inside. Suddenly he was ripping out a small,  high pitched fart. 
He was shocked and looked around immediately. 
No body noticed and he sighs. 
The feeling was getting even stronger and he felt the next fart coming.  He could hold it back a second before it could slip out. 
"shit...  A leader shouldn't walk around,  stinking up the revier... "

Boris was walking around again,  focusing hardly on holding his gas in. 
He tried his best not to show every sign of it. He wasn't even realizing that all others are also fighting with the same problem. 





The three hunters are still trying to find something.  They climbed half the way down again,  before finding an other wood there. 
It has to be said that they also had a few gasssy problems. 
They handled to hold it back very well. 
The wolfes were hiding in a bush before they saw a huge deer. It was very muscular and majestic...  The right prey for their leader. 
The three had an idea.  It will surely be impossible to kill it just with claws and teeth,  why not use the special situation... 

The white wolf stays at the position,  the brown one and the black one are walking to the side. 
The deer wasn't seeing it and goes to the bush. He wanted to eat a few berries,  not seeing the white fluff butt that was pointed on the nose. 
He only did when accidentally pushing his nose against the butt. 
The deer had no chance to react, a small hissing tone before it got hit with a rotten smell of meat.  It was walking backwards before turning,  trying to run away... into a black butt.  This time a bubbly wet sound,  but the smell wasn't much different. 
No need to say that meeting a brown ass that creats a loud and deep sound feels as bad as the others. 

The majestic deer's vision was getting a bit blurry and the deer didn't really knew what to do. 
The wolves came out,  walking backwards. 
When the deer ran into the white one again,  it was hit with an other SBD. 
The deer was running into the next butt when ever a fresh fart hit him. 
Circled and trapped in the middle he had enough and blacked out. 





Boris was still fighting with the gas.  It was getting more and more difficult to hold back. 
He had to manage it.  
Everyone was getting a bit hungry and cheered when the three wolfes brought the deer. They were laying it down in the middle. A few of the wolfes,  who now create a circle around the prey,  can sniff a faint, bad smell but ignored it. 
They were waiting for Boris, as their leader,  to have the first bite of it. 
Slowly he was reaching the food and wanted to bite in the deer,  but when he lowered his head a very long and bassy fart erupted from his ass. 
He flinched and blushed heavily,  looking through the wolfes of his pack, who are starring with big eyes to him. 

Silence 

After about twenty seconds there was a short squeaky tone. 
Boris was blushing more when he couldn't hold back an other deep fart. He wished he could just disappear,  but then an other one was letting it go,  pushing out a 20 seconds long fart. In this time a few others started to rip farts too. 
It took about 30 more seconds before nearly everyone had ripped a few gas bombs. 
Boris didn't felt very embarrassed anymore and was giving himself a good feeling by farting out a 25 seconds gasbomb, sounding like a very loud tuba.  He was sighing and smiling in relaxation. 

,,It seems you had to hold it back for way too long " a wolf was smiling to Boris. He was nodding in response but not without ripping out an other bassy fart.,, Didn't even noticed that all of you have to fight with it too. " he grins,  extending a paw. 
,,I guess it's the water " the wolf is pulling the paw with his snout and Boris lifts his leg,  unleashing an other very low pitched fart. 

A few hours later everyone has eaten a bit of the deer.  Some of them used the situation to get a very warm pice by sitting down on it and ripping out farts. 
Most had to chuckle as Boris offered to the others that they can give him the meat so that he can use the gas grill. 
Two wolves were using the offer and gave him their meat. 
Boris told them to lay it onto the rock he was sitting on.  After they did Boris took a seat on them and the two were exited when their food met with a 15 second long SBD.  Boris smiled as he saw the two enjoying his fart-roastbeef.

Two hours later Boris was walking over the yellow and withering gras. 
Everyone was still as gassy as before and the stench of wolf farts was lingering in the air. Boris didn't mind,  even took a few deep whiffes. 
The night was coming and the pack was going to sleep in a cave.  
Even when the wolves calmed down,  their asses didn't.  Some where awakened by a loud blast next to them but than they slept again. 

The next morning Boris tried to wake up the others. 
He was trying to shout but it wasn't loud enough.  Not only did they snore but also ripping farts. 
The cave already was filled with very stuffy,  but also rancid smelling air.  Boris still  didn't mind at all. 
He shouted again,  no reactions.
That was when he was turning and raising his tail. 
Everyone was awake after a very loud and very low pitched fart that echoed through the cave. 
His fart was loud and nasty but it didn't add that much to the giant fart cocktail that is trapped in the room. 
A bunch of the wolfes were very surprised about said cocktail. They started to run out of the cave and rubbed their muzzels over the ground, trying to get the smell away. 

The others are following,  not minding the smell. 
Some of them,  like Boris,  where taking in all the scent,  murring. 

They were staying at the mountain and tried to act normally which sometimes got a bit difficult. It took another few hours to make the wolves a bit less gassy. 
A bunch of them were happy that they finally can search for an other place now and started to look for Boris. 
They were shoked when they found him. 
He and a few others were drinking from the water again...