"Ivan! Ivan! C'mere, boy!" The husky's ears perked as he heard his master, but the trail he'd been following was much more interesting. Ivan, his master, and his master's mate had gone to a mountainside campground the day before, and the place was full of interesting new scents. He'd managed to escape during a moment of mutual inattentiveness, and was now using his new-found freedom to explore the wilderness. Ivan was a Siberian husky, with fierce blue eyes and charcoal-gray accompanying his white fur. His tail, of course, was curled up as he explored this strange new domain. Unknown to him, however, were the several wolf packs who claimed portions of this particular mountainside, and he soon stumbled upon a clearing. Two male wolves and a handful of females had been dozing in the clearing when Ivan came upon them, and were awoken when he emitted a cheerful greeting bark. Three more wolves, who'd been silently following the interloper, came up behind the husky, nudging him into the center of the clearing with their noses. "Who dares enter my domain?" growled the apparent pack-leader, a notch-eared male who'd been one of the dozing wolves. The dog's response was, of course, the vapid sort of drivel one would expect of an untutored child: "Hi! I'm Ivan! Nice to meet you!" he gushed, his growls of a child's lightness relative to Notch's mature weight. Notch rolled his eyes. "Of course, a city whelp. Run along home, little boy." The threat unspoken went over Ivan's head like the tennis balls he was accustomed to chasing. "Why? I wanna explore! I wanna play!" "Play, is it? I'll teach you a game, then, and we'll send you home." At this, the other males snickered. Two of them, one with a broad scar that marked his shoulder and the other with heterochromatic eyes, quickly subdued the unfortunate husky. Ivan whined; he didn't like being pinned. Notch sauntered over, his balls and swelling sheath swaying with the movement of his hips, and sniffed the whelp's ass. His tongue flicked out, swiping over Ivan's tailstar, and the wolf chuffed. "Aww, city pup's got no balls. Did he lose 'em in a fight? Or perhaps his masters took 'em?" Notch taunted, before mounting the poor dog. Scar and Switcheye backed away, panting as they watched. Notch humped the air a bit, his cock unsheathing somewhat, and then the husky yelped as he was penetrated for the first time in his young life. Ivan whimpered as his tailhole was stretched taut, the flesh reddening as the wolf thrust his cock more and more deeply into it. The whimpering was interrupted by a louder yelp as Notch's knot popped in, and canine sperm erupted into the poor dog's bowels. Notch dismounted shortly thereafter, a canine smirk on his face. As soon as his knot softened, Notch pulled free with zero regard for the husky and padded off to the side before cleaning himself. Almost immediately afterward, Scar mounted Ivan, his larger cock eliciting even more whimpering. This time, the husky's tailhole tore slightly when the knot popped in. --- After several hours, the last wolf pulled free of the by-now exhausted husky. Ivan was panting pitiably, his cock erect and twitching, as cum drooled out of his gaping tailhole. Notch padded up and nosed his flank several times until he had the dog's attention. "Now Cinnamon will lead you home, whelp. Never come here again," he growled. The snowdog merely whimpered an affirmative, gingerly following the rusty-coloured bitch from the clearing.