Excited and happy, Turnipper waited at the usual spot to the usual time, at the top of the waterfall, around dusk. And sure as night follows day, his new friend arrived. It was still an intimidating sight when that huge, ungainly wolf clambered up the hill, his shaggy brown and red fur a stark contrast between all the green. He stopped and sniffed the air, as if their scent wasn't everywhere here. Mischievously the fox laid on his back, enjoying the last sun rays of the day with closed eyes, and waited.

"Well, well, what do we have here?!" Toshi chuckled as he 'found' the reclined fox.

It was hard to hide a smile. "Woe is me! A wicked wolf has found my hiding spot. How, o how shall I escape this hungry monster?" he said with a slightly wagging tail. Weird how fast his near death has developed into a lusty anecdote to replay with such naughty motives. Oh well, life is short, so make the best of it!

"There's no escape for you!" Toshi grumbled and swiftly slammed his massive palms down on Turnipper's tiny clenched fists, effectively pinning them to the ground with nothing but his heft. "You're mine!" Tenderly he lowered his bulky head and licked the smaller canine's throat, all the way up to his gasping chin. "Mine to do with whatever I want!"

Squirming in the huge wolf's grasp, Turnipper watched as Toshi went down on him. Huffing and sniffing he pushed his big, goofy nose through the white fur on his chest, then his stomach. And bold as he was, Toshi didn't stop at his crotch, but generously licked his 'victim's' already growing member! "Arghff!" How exciting it was to be treated this fondly by his natural enemy!

Before long the heavy wolf lay atop his fox, burying him and buried inside him. Accompanied only by the tumbling deluge of water and the prickling aroma of lavender, their unlike bodies united once again with joy and pleasure and a little bit of pain, too, that the, by now accustomed fox, endured only too eagerly, while he muffled his moans in Toshiba's fluffy chest. This was the time of their lives!

"That... was great!" Turnipper mumbled, resting happy and exhausted on his wolf lover's broad, softly heaving front. The safest and most dangerous spot far and wide.

Proudly Toshi inhaled to swell his chest, getting a pleasant whiff of the fox's faint scent. He felt so small and warm laying atop him. Pinning him down and breeding his skinny butt almost sounded cruel, now that he thought about it. But the moon may take him, if the runt didn't like it! "Yeah... I was!" he grumbled smugly, groping Turnipper's slender back with his crude paw like he was his. No. He -was- his! Claimed and marked!

"Aww, you are so modest!" the vulpine mocked, shoving and pulling his white fingers through Toshi's curly pelt. It was a bit unkempt, but that somehow was kinda fitting for such a brute.

"Modesty is an unfitting trait for an alpha."

Curiously, Turnipper blinked up. "So, you really are the alpha of your pack?" he asked, though, considering his size and power, that came hardly surprising. "Wow!" He, a mere, stray fox, taken by the mighty alpha of a redoubtable wolf pack!

"Hmph!" the wolf made defiantly. "I am!"

"Are there many wolves under your reign?"

"Meh..." he shrugged.

Though the curious fox longed to know. "How many?"

"Two," Toshiba admitted at length. "Well, one and a half, really..."

Surprised Trunipper blinked, but hid his bewilderment. A mere, stray fox, taken by the mighty alpha of a -somewhat- redoubtable wolf pack! A proper pack usually consisted of at least six, or so wolves. And that was talking about a very, very small one! They often had one, or two dozen members, but sometimes packs could be a lot bigger still. Maybe Toshiba had 'trouble' spreading his genes? "I thought wolf packs were bigger?" he wondered, feigning unknowingness and then swiftly added, "But I guess it doesn't have to be when the alpha counts for ten!" Toshi rumbled below him. "How are they like? Are they nice?"

"Mm... be glad you don't have to bother with these cracknuts."

Now that was a weird way for an alpha to talk about his pack-mates, Turnipper thought. Then again, managing a pack, even a small one, ought to be hard. "Do you think they would... like me?" he asked carefully.

Toshiba laughed. "If they know what's good for them!"

"Heh!" Approvingly nuzzling his, by now daily, visitor's chest fluff, the fox insinuated, "You'd protect me?"

"I'm the only one who's teeth you have to fear!" the wolf clarified and promptly applied said tools. Carefully he nibbled at the vulpine's black-tipped ears.

"Hey, hey!" Turnipper protested, trying vainly to fend the aggressive beast off with his scolding hands. "I just hope you never come up with the idea of actually eating me!" He honestly didn't believe Toshiba would, but hearing it from himself would make a small, vulnerable fox feel even safer about it. To his luck, this particular wolf was easy to read and his next words sounded genuine.

"Honestly? After all we've been doing, I doubt I could harm you, even if I wanted to." Again he tenderly licked the orange fur on Turnipper's head. When he first saw him, guilelessly crouching at the river, Toshi would never have thought to end up with him like this. Living a sinful frenzy of lust and affection, just before the ever watchful moon laid its eyes on this world. He - with a fox?! And yet, here they were. And it was great! "Speaking of eating, the hunt will begin soon. I better return."

"Mmm... already?" the fox whimpered, clinging to the sand-colored chest he still lay on. "Where are you going?"

"Chen said we--" he paused clumsily. "Erm, I'm going to lead the pack west, towards the rolling hills. It's pretty close to here, so you better stay off."

"I know where that is, I'll be careful," Turnipper promised, though with a slightly frustrated sigh. "You're kinda really limiting my hunting grounds, you know?"

Finally rising with a groan, Toshiba sat the lightweight fox down on the ground before him. "Do I have to feed you now, or what?!" he laughed. "Don't tell me a sly fox like you isn't able to root up a few rodents!"

Cheekily, he stuck out his tongue. "Thanks, but no thanks, I'm not that desperate yet. It's enough if you keep filling me from one end!" And with that, the swift, agile canine hurried off into the settling night.

"That can be arranged..." Toshi mumbled, mostly to himself, now that Turnipper's white tail tip disappeared in the forest. Contentedly the large wolf sauntered back down the hill and towards their current resting point to meet with the rest of his team. Might be the lingering tingle in his drained balls, but he got a good feeling for tonight!

The first of his comrades he stumbled upon, was Reszet. The little twerp lay under a large, but airy tree, on a sunny spot. He wasn't asleep, but looked tired, even this early. He always did. Shoddy pansy! His ears, tipped in a slightly darker tone, twitched when Toshi approached. Sure enough the fuckwit rose and waddled over to him, tail wagging.

"You look especially eager for the hunt tonight," he noticed, circling around the larger guy, before adopting Toshi's course. Every step brought him a little closer to his side. "You smell eager, too!" he added, his sniffing nose almost in the red pelt, before it got pushed back.

"And yet you manage to sour even that spirit!"

Bumping into Toshi's flank, Reszet murmured affectionately, "Hmmm, don't be so mean. I'm kinda eager too!"

Annoyed, Toshi marched on, feeling the gray wolf nudge him again and again, no matter how often he veered off. "How about you focus on the fucking hunt, then?!" he growled, eventually pushing Res away.

"Is that what you're focusing on?"

"I sure as hell am trying!"

Boldly, Reszet stepped into Toshi's way, brushing his slender shoulder against the brute's stout chest, while raising his tail invitingly. "Maybe we could blow off some steam to stay clear during the night? I bet you cou-OURRGH!" 

With a single stroke of his powerful paw, Toshiba knocked the smaller wolf over and to the side, before he stubbornly continued his way. The punch to the ribs left Reszet yowling and hissing in the underbrush. Probably hurt extra hard, since he's so frail and skinny. But Toshi didn't care. That obnoxious dipshit never knew when to fucking quit it! He was not only dumb, a stick and annoying, but also mostly useless in just about every regard. Small, weak jaw, punches like a puppy, can't smell shit, afraid of his own shadow... Basically the only merit he's got to contribute to the pack, was his speed, light as he was. He was a good chaser, able to keep up even with the fastest rabbits, much nimbler than Chen, too.

"Why the fuck do you always have to be such a ruffian?! That fucking hurt!" Reszet coughed as he picked himself up. He downplayed it, but the pain was clearly visible on his twisted face. "All I wanted was to--"

A final, warning growl from Toshi silenced the small wolf. Quite fed up, Reszet then left his side. Good! A strong alpha's gotta show his pack where the moon shines!

Shortly after, back at their humble campsite, Chen was already waiting for him. Dandy as a dandelion, he happened to sit just beside one. A cluster of eight, or so yellow blossoms, growing from a thick patch of green, teethed leaves. He was squinting at them pretty obviously, though didn't seem particularly interested in the flowers. Then again, he didn't seem particularly interested in anything.

"He finally shows. And he does so alone," the white wolf mumbled eerily. "Have I not told them to move out at sunset? I have. Now, the sun is gone, but we are still here."

"The sap already went ahead," Toshi bickered, defensively. A few moments sooner, or later, who cares?! As long as he got something in his belly...

Ignoring the bigger male, Chen inhaled, then sighed down at the softly swaying plant. It was a sigh of frustration. "Have I not told them to play on the bird's chirping before sundown, to move fast and far without scaring off the prey? Now they're quite, but our steps will be not."

Annoyed, Toshiba rolled his eyes. "Stop talking shit and let's go already." Full of himself, he went westward.

"We're going south!"

Grumbling Toshi turned. "You said we have good chances in the west!"

"If the wind is in our favor," Chen corrected irked. "And where does it come from tonight?!"

Unsure, Toshiba looked up into the sky. It was pretty dark, only a faint breeze and the leaves' movements were hard to see. "West?" he shrugged, because that would make sense.

"South, you imbecile!" the white wolf corrected again.

"So?"

With another frustrated sigh, Chen looked down. "Like teaching a pup..." Angry he rose his head again. "The southern wind will carry our scent up to the hills, where it will linger. Prey will move on."

Rather uncaring, Toshi suggested, "Then let's go north."

"Did you not listen?!" Chen barked. "North is where the wind goes!"

"What wind?! It's fucking calm!"

"The wind that carries the smell of sheep all the way here to my nose! From the south!"

Idly Toshiba sniffed the air. Evening dew, conifers, mycelium, wolf piss... "I don't smell no sheep."

"That's why I'm telling you to go south."

"We go west!" Toshi commanded, though immediately saw the opposition in Chen's face. This wasn't good. Turnipper was south and the river cornered him! "Res already went west!" he argued, in a desperate attempt to change Chen's mind, which was nigh on impossible, he knew. Hence the burly wolf rose a bit and uttered a warning snarl.

The white-furred canine returned the hostile gesture and bared his teeth. "Then go and fetch him!" he growled, his calculating, brown eyes trained intently on the other. "I'll go ahead, so you wastrels can follow my scent and don't get lost."

"Why don't YOU go and fetch him?!" Toshiba barked back, full on snarling now. Who does this daisy think he is to order him around?!

"Because I need to make sure we don't go hungry tonight!"

"Then come west!"

"West. Means. Hunger!"

"YOU DO AS I BLOODY SAY!" Toshiba yelled, snatching at the smaller wolf with fangs big enough to tear him a new one and then some. That finally managed to set Chen back, thought it certainly wasn't enough to change his plan.

"Then go starve," he said coldly, turning south. "I won't share tonight." And that was his final say.

Briefly Toshi considered to just smash his stupid, stuck-up skull, but that would only create more problems than it would solve. Turnipper was on his own tonight. He would be smart enough to evade one wolf. He had to! Chen was set on sheep anyway. That was good. This nevertheless would be a trying night!