Suel awoke with a start and frantically began brushing off an angry looking pincher beetle that had decided that the druid was too close for comfort and informed him via a rather painful pinch on the rear end. A low huff rattled through the Wolvar, as he pulled himself to his feet and out of his bedroll, made sure to get the beetle out of it, before he took the time to roll and buckle it into a more manageable pack to be carried under his backpack, just above his tail. Once fully awake and ready, the druid began to stoke the fire a bit and add a few logs to get it going once more, so that he could cook breakfast for himself and the other Wolvar at the camp with him, a female hunter named Jerv. 
      Jerv and her mate had arrived Pandaria just a few weeks ago. Being a skilled huntress, she’d been fairly good at hunting down meals for the both of them. Though that morning, the meal consisted of a few fried eggs and a couple of travel biscuits, somewhat softened with a single runny yoke from one of the eggs. Of course, the pair sat on a log to enjoy their breakfast for quite a while before some things had to be taken care of, like putting out the fire, packing up bags, going into the tall grass for “Accounting Business” as well as a good, long stroking session, to get rid of any dirt and dust from a night out in the open…. Totally. 
      Finally ready, the pair dragged their packs onto their backs and set out in search of adventure. Sometimes, one has to explore in order to find adventure, it’s not like random people just assign quests all the time or something. In the distance was an ornate little farmhouse, with a field of massive vegetables growing to be taller than both Suel and Jerv on top of one another. It was a bit of a humbling sight, though a bit more common in the valley than most places, so it wasn’t completely jaw dropping the fifth time around or so. Over all, the area was gorgeous, if a tad oversized for the pair of Wolvar.  
      On approach, the crops began looking less and less neat and tidy, all of the somewhat normal sized weeds slowly started to come into view, and the rows were a tad less organized than they were at a distance. Apparently the current crops weren’t actually planted; they simply grew from leftovers from the previous year. The closer they got, the worse the ornate little farmhouse became, with grass had grown to about knee high around the edges, the fence had collapsed in several obvious places and looked about to do the same in a few others. It was as though the owner had simply left without telling anyone, and apparently it wasn’t worth the time to check or keep up with the maintenance on the place. 
      Of course, both Jerv and Suel had absolutely no problems or qualms with trespassing on an obviously long abandoned property. They even had the nerve to press open the unlocked front door and take a peek on into the main room of the house. As expected, it had a thick layer of dust on everything, the plants inside had either died, or thrived enough to break their pots and take root in the very wood of the house itself.
      It took them a few minutes of exploring, but finally discovered the former inhabitant, resting on the back porch, a nice cup of tea set beside him and a puzzle box on the floor between his feet. Judging from the skeleton, he was likely an older Pandaren male whose time had simply run out without anyone the wiser. It took them almost the entire rest of the day to get the old man buried out back. Then they had to retrieve firewood from a small shed nearby, where they’d gotten the shovel, to load into the fireplace to keep the pair warm for the night.
      Next, they went for a few of the pillows and blankets from the massive bed, and spread them across the floor in front of the fireplace, after dusting off both the floor and the blankets thoroughly. With a source of fresh water from the well and pump, Suel and Jerv were finally able to get their travelling clothes nice and clean, and left them hung up in front of the delightfully toasty fire to dry out. 
      Then of course, the natural thing to happen when two members of the same species continually bump into each other in the complete nude happened; somewhat unplanned arousal, which started with the ebony tip of Suel’s shaft peeking out of the swelling, fluffy sheath and rapidly progressed. By the time the two were finally ready to head to sleep, Jerv’s inner thighs were nearly soaked with growing excitement, and Suel’s own parts had decided to grace the room with their presence, the canine-esque member hanging freely from the sheath, a mostly unswollen knot, the size of a billiard ball, prevented the length from slipping back up into the fuzzy, protective covering.
       Before either completely knew what was what, Jerv had pressed herself down against a pillow, rear in the air; a pair of finger pads between her legs, spreading open the tender pink lips, exposing the slick opening of her pussy to the larger Wolvar. Who took no time before his muzzle was pressed up against it, wet black nose snuffling about against the entrance curiously, before the rough tongue slipped out to grind slowly along the edges of the folds, in slow, teasing laps, then pressing firmly against the tunnel, slipping himself up inside for a brief moment, followed by a quick withdraw. By this point, both were breathing heavily, and Suel’s member pulsed and twitched continually, giving energetic little bounces every other throb, and swinging a small bead of preseed back and forth from the tip repeatedly.
      Without much more thinking involved, the male Wolvar took hold of his length, did a little forward knee shimmy toward the hunter, and pressed the canid tip firmly against the offered tunnel, coaxing a moan from Jerv as the member ever so slowly began to sink up into her, spreading the inner muscles open quite a bit wider than she’d really been used to in quite a long while. It took a few moments of the steady insertion, before Suel’s knot connected with the outer folds and the hunter was able to move her paws away, letting them prop her head up against the pillow comfortably.  With that, his hips gave a jerk, dragging his length back to almost the very tip and promptly gave a spasmodic thrust that roughly clapped the now tennis ball sized knot up against her with an audible and messy slap of ebony on pink. 
      A pair of arms reached down, wrapping themselves around the hunter’s belly rather possessively. The new position, with Suel’s belly and chest pinning Jerv’s tail to her back, did grant a few benefits, like his head being able to rest on her shoulder, and a somewhat easier time at humping, where his hips just gave quick, short bursts forward and back, bulb bumping against her more and more firmly with each, meaty hump.  A small trickle of mixed precum and feminine arousal oozed down from the clashing organs, which sullied that portion of the blanket for the night, but oh well.
      It wasn’t too long before the Wolvar both were on the verge of climax. A tight clenching twitch gave Jerv away, and any observe would be able to see the quivering of Suel’s nutsack, as his heavy orbs ascended towards his body in preparation. The thrusts became quite a bit rougher the more desperate the male became, knot slamming harshly against her folds for nearly thirty seconds longer before the tennis ball sized bulb of black flesh finally managed to spread her open enough to make it past the half way point and successfully sink itself into her fully, the stretched muscles slinking closed behind it tightly, squeezing at the sensitive stalk at the base of it, sheath pressed up against the lips tensely as his tightly raised orbs began to twitch and unload thick, goopy jets of slimy, off white seed fired off into her twitching, undulating passage in rapid volleys, met with almost perfectly timed squeezes and splashes of femme cum from Jerv, who looked to be a little overloaded, eyes shut, muzzle open, drooling onto the pillow as Suel continued to give quick little humps with what little give there was. When both of their respective pleasure peaks had finally begun to die down, Suel used his position to pull Jerv over onto her side, pulled a pillow over for each of the Wolvar to rest their heads while they waited for the engorged knot to deflate, both rapidly drifted off to sleep, Suel’s bulb still swollen and lodged inside of her.
      Come morning, Suel had come free, but had stayed curled up with his mate through the night and into the morning. The pair of Wolvar managed to wake, each breakfast, bathe, and ascertain that the old Pandaren had been a male, named Winnie and that his next of kin was in a village a distance away. So, with that bit of information, the pair started their journey, striding down the dirt path with a bit of a spring in their step and a tune in their whistle.
      They had been making nice time and at about midafternoon, the two Wolvar sat on a pile of rocks for a water break and a rest. While they caught their breath, a rather large Worgen began to come into view down the path, coming from their destination, and just behind him, a cute brown feral boar, with little tusks, and that wispy fur usually associated with the more wild ones. Though judging from the overjoyed trot and the little trot and the little red leather collar on the Labrador sized hog, it was almost undoubtedly owned by the friendly looking tailless wolf creature with the oversized pauldrons and chintzy overly stylized armor.  
      Just as he was about to pass by, he stopped to look at the couple. Then turned and offered a rather tempting trade, which consisted of some currency specific to the upcoming village, some fire starter plugs, and a rather warm looking blanket. All they had to do in return… was to pleasure the Worgen and his piggy sidekick. A bit of an extreme deal to be sure, but they only had what the last village had for money, which was literally just a pile of bamboo sprigs tied together with a leather string. They had also been running a little low on some dry fire making supplies in the damp area around them. So, with a little convincing, both Wolvar agreed and began to strip.
      Jerv and Suel promptly began their undressing, talking to the Worgen as he did the same and uncovering that his name was Waylon, and his hog’s name was Ted. Before long, Jerv was on her knees, paws up and assisting the wolf with unsheathing and getting hard. Suel on the other hand was over with Ted. Before the Wolvar had much warning or time to react, the boar had already mounted his back, the oppressive weight forcing Suel down, chest in the dirt firmly and making it somewhat hard to breath. At about the point when Jerv’s muzzle spread around the lupine member, the hog’s member finally unsheathed enough to jab directly between Suel’s cheeks and roughly stretched open the puckered ring hidden under his tail, which brought a rather loud yelp from the male as the pig began to happily squeal and flex that flesh in with the muscles around the base, driving the long, thin length of corkscrew flesh back and forth through those tensed, sensitive inner walls in a rough, feral fashion.
      Before Suel had really had time to adjust, the pig had already forced himself to the hilt, massive feral orbs jostling about, firmly planted on the pig with only a bit of give to them. That lasted about two seconds before the hog resumed with the powerful, body wracking cock flexing, precum splattering up into Suel’s ass in long, greasy splurts, that slowly oozed free, down the back of his nutsack to get smeared around by the pig’s subtle bodily movements, getting the porcine’s inner thighs all messy in the process. The male Wolvar’s member trapped halfway in the sheath, knot keeping it stuck there, was twitching and dancing with each jolt, as the curled length ground down against his prostate, which brought out a little dribble of his own preseed.
      Jerv seemed to be having a much easier time for her part of the deal. Her paws were wrapped firmly around the Worgen’s member as her lips spread to meet the length, slowly enveloping it into her maw with a tad bit of skill from doing so many times with Suel. As her muzzle slid over the cock, her paws worked and stroked at the uncovered portions, moving out of the way whenever her lips got too close. Eventually, her mouth had almost completely encapsulated the Worgen’s lupine anatomy, her lips pressed up steadily against his knot, while her paws worked to squeeze and tease against the fleshy pink bulb.
      Suel seemed to be enjoying his predicament just a bit more than at the start, his hips jerking back to press back against the feral, as the pig huffed and puffed out, little curly tail bouncing behind it. It wasn’t too long before those massive nuts had begun to twitch and ready their load for the other male. A few moments after that, and the pig let an ear splitting squeal as thick goopy jets of his feral seed began to pummel up into the Wolvar male’s guts in long thrumming gushes that didn’t seem to stop, sending Suel over the edge, his own climax sending out bursts of spunk onto his belly, chest, the backs of his arms, and the ground below, knot swollen fully inside of his sheath. 
      While Suel was busy tending to the pet pig’s needs, Jerv was having a much easier time with Waylon, her hand clutched behind the rapidly swelling bulb of arousal, squeezing tightly to simulate a tie for the big fella. It obviously worked, based on the pulsing throbs of the shaft, and the raised sack, balls quivering as thick spits of Worgen seed began to pump down into her muzzle. Like a good playmate, the Wolvar girl made sure to give dramatic gulps and slurps throughout the Wolf’s climax. Her eyes slowly drifted over to watch as Suel grunted and just continued to take in the twitching piggy’s load of piglet batter, a little look of grumpiness mixed with the pleasure of spreading internal warmth evident on his face.
      The main problem with Ted though, is that that splurting, squirting climax just did not stop. So for nearly half an hour, Suel had to sit there, getting pumped full of pig spunk. Then when the Wolvar finally thought he was about to get a break to let out some of the swelling and cramps, the pig pulled free with a lewd slurping noise… Only the cum didn’t come with it, at which point, Waylon explained the plug that piggies make to keep it all inside to ensure their piglets are well and truly going to be made.
      About an hour later, and everyone was cleaned up, happy, and traded for. Lunch had consisted of a bit of jerky, some gravy, and biscuits. Both parties had provided parts of it, since they were already close enough to mush genitals, why not share food for one measly meal. But it had come time for the two parties to go their separate ways and one pair waved fair well to one another, then off the two Wolvar went, one with a bit of a funny walk, tail hiked high to keep from touching his sore rump and a paw on his uncomfortably full belly.
      Up the dirt road the two Wolvar went, trudging up the hills and valleys until the destination could be seen at the top of one of said rises, still a few miles in the distance though. So, they kept walking, and walking, and walking, idly chatting with each other about their dreams and experiences, and before they knew it, they’d passed the first house. They’d finally arrived at the village, where adventurers of all different species were running from person to person, bringing mended tools, harvested food items, and strangely, a bundle of severed heads…. Seems this village had some exotic jobs around. 
      Instead of stopping off at the head collecting panda lady, they went to her neighbor and asked him for directions to the relative of the old bear that had passed away in the cabin. The first male had absolutely no clue, but offered “money” in exchange for picking up pesky rocks around his garden. After politely declining his offer multiple times, the pair backed up slowly and just moved on to the next rotund inhabitant. He was quite a bit more helpful, and informed them that a few of the people in the village are a tad single minded and don’t really pay attention to anything that doesn’t help them out personally. This one was quite a bit more attentive and kind than the others appeared to be and pointed out where they might find the teenaged granddaughter of the Pandaren that they had found in the little solitary home so many miles away. He also offered food and lodging for the night in return for some help around his own home and other, less public deeds that he had been lacking the last few months. 
      Now, with a direction to follow and something to look forward to when finished, the pair of Wolvar started off on their merry way towards the girl’s home. They passed a few more friendly looking members of the community; each gave a friendly wave and smile as the couple passed by. A little while longer, and they had reached the house. While it looked quite a bit similar to all the other houses in the village, it also had some familiar curves and work marks in the wood that matched those of the old man’s home. 
      An older female answered the door, they informed her of the news, and got a somber nod… Then the door slammed in their faces and yelling was heard inside the house in a language the two Wolvar couldn’t really understand. It was also likely a private matter, no matter how much they wanted to hear the resolution, but sometimes, people only get a portion of the full story, especially when it isn’t fully revolving around them.
      The moment Suel got back to the nice Pandaren’s house, the plug had finally had enough and a thick gush of musky, goopy hog cum came rushing down the Wolvar male’s leg and the back of his tail… and his skirt, and onto the wooden floor below at a quick pattering pace. Suel could not stop the sigh of relief from the release of pressure in his guts. All he could do was stand there, blushing heavily as the heavy set Pandaren just stared at him, and the growing puddle between his paws. By the end of it, Jerv was giggling, Suel was half hard, and the Panda man’s pants were thoroughly tented with ursine arousal. The bulge even had a little wet patch at the blunt tip.
      According to Kyu, as they found his name to be, sex had been his main goal when he offered them a place to rest and a few meals. So, it wasn’t long before the bear was back in a sort of living room, with an open section in the center of it, with a little pond and waterfalls, some colorful fish flitting around happily in the water, and a bit of moss and leafy greens around it. A heavy pair of ursine orbs were on full display for the pair of Wolvar, as well as a half erect ebony shaft, blunt head lightly pulsing in the open air while they once more undressed.
      Suel was chosen as the one to ride, since he was already all lubed up and still somewhat stretchy from the adventure with the pig. The male Wolvar let a long sigh as he climbed up into the massive lap, a paw wrapped firmly around the Pandaren’s cock to keep it steady as he guided it against the cooling hog spunk and rested it up against his lightly winking tailstar. Jerv had herself leaned up against the thick inner thighs, muzzle pressing up against those fluff covered nuggets, huffing in the almost oppressive musk in the fur, before her tongue slipped out, gingerly teasing at them as her mate slowly worked himself downwards, pressing his pucker inward until the pressure built enough for the blunt cockhead to slurp up into him. This ushered a soft gasp from both the panda and the Wolvar, as he began to slip himself up and back down over the twitching length, which hit a few greasy patches of pig cum the deeper it went inside. On the outside, Jerv had been taking good care of those massive egg shaped testicles, having covered the entire sack in slick, slimy drool, before her muzzle headed up and began to lap and suckle at the sheath, and the base of Kyu’s cock.
      Before long she had moved on, a finger firmly planted between her legs as her muzzle buried itself between the bear’s legs to grind her tongue up against the pudgy ring of his pucker, which caused him to jump a bit, and then jerk harder into Suel, who in turn, gave a long, low moan of pleasure. About half a minute later, she was full on rimming Kyu, while the Pandaren humped up into her mate, bouncing the Wolvar with quite a bit of ease and making a delightfully lewd squelching noise of the ursine shaft slipping back and forth inside of him, a dribble of syrupy white precum leaking free of Suel and down onto those freshly cleaned orbs.
      Suel’s length had been fully erect and twitching for most of the penetration, with his paw firmly holding and stroking at the ebony flesh, sometimes locking his fingers behind the knot, just to tease himself closer towards his climax, as well as causing little clenching, undulating spasms that absolutely drove Kyu wild. The hip thrusting got more and more powerful the more the two Wolvar pleasured him, those massive paws pressed down on either of Suel’s hips each time the quivering ursine anatomy hilted up inside of him. The bear’s tailhole pinched at Jerv’s tongue in time with the beating of his heart. 
      Before long though, those massive nuts had pulled tight to the base of his sheath, the pudgy black ring had clamped down around the tongue, the head of his cock had swollen a good bit, and the Pandaren finally had his release after a long dry period, with massive sticky squirts of potent cub batter pumping up into the already well used Wolvar behind. The climax subsequently brought about both of the mated couple to their own edges. Suel’s member erupted, with his fingers clamped down firmly around the stalk like base as he unloaded onto the chubby white belly in quick, messy spurts. With the two males shooting their primordial goop into and onto everything up there, Jerv’s fingering and rubbing had finally built up to a long, gushing orgasm against the floor and her inner thighs as she squirted. By the time all three had finished, they were a panting mess, all utterly exhausted.
      Sometime later, the trio had once again gotten themselves clean; Kyu recommended they go see the girl once more, this time with him to accompany the pair of outsiders to show that they could be trusted. When they arrived, they were promptly ushered in by the woman who had originally just slammed the door in their face. This time though, she seemed quite a bit nicer, mainly to Kyu, but she didn’t kick the mates out, so there was something better at least. Inside was a girl Pandaren, dressed in travelling clothes. She looked about 20 or so, or the equivalent for her species at least. She looked as though she’d been crying recently, with the fur around her eyes still wet with her tears. She had obviously been crying from the news about her… They had not actually gotten whether it was an uncle, father or grandfather, though after about ten minutes of consoling, chatting, and trying to cheer the girl up, they finally learned that he had in fact been her grandfather, and that he had raised her from a small cub when her father had died. Then, when she was old enough, she had wanted to come to the town, to be with others around her own age and live with her aunt, the lady who didn’t like anyone.
      Somewhat against the aunt’s wishes, the girl, named Coraleena, decided that she wanted to visit her grandfather’s grave and try to take care of his house for a while at least. Of course, being the good natured adventurers that they were, Suel and Jerv agreed to escort her on the road back. Kyu had decided to join them as well, with the offer of more sex, that is. So, after a while for rest and supplying, the group went out on their way, stepping on down the street at a somewhat cheerful pace. Cora seemed a bit better, now that they were on the road and she could inspect the pretty little wild flowers and the bamboo shoots all along the sides of the dirt road. She even seemed overjoyed to spot a few critters rustling about, including a couple of raccoon like creatures tussling with each other and letting out playful chittering noises at one another. 
      A long day of travelling, talking, recalling stories of her grandfather fondly, and just enjoying the view, was over before they really knew it.  The sun was setting and they were about three fourths of the way to the old bear’s house. Neither Kyu nor Cora were really that seasoned of walkers or adventurers, so the pace had been slower than before, and instead of walking another few hours, the group decided that they were going to spend the night under the stars, around a warm campfire. It had been all fun and camping like feelings until the male Pandaren had gone and undressed in front of everyone, a throbbing ursine prick casting strange shadows in the firelight. 
      A soft gasp of surprise escaped the younger Pandaren at the sight of the other bear, standing shamelessly, erection bouncing and twitching, a long strand of slimy precum hanging from the blunt cocktip. Some explanations were made, and then the other three furry creatures began to disrobe. It was only natural, sex is offered, sex is fun, so why not? Not much longer after that, Cora’s paw was wrapped firmly around Kyu’s prick, and the pair of Wolvar mates had moved onto one another, with Suel’s muzzle buried between Jerv’s legs, and her muzzle was busy nosing away at her mate’s heavy sack, which still smelled lightly of ursine musk.  A light cooing noise escaped her lips as she continued to toy with the orbs, thumbs working over his sheath teasingly while his tongue dragged over her sensitive folds in much the same teasing manner. 
      Back over with Kyu and Cora, the bears had gotten into the right rhythm, with her soft, delicate paw grinding back and forth over the male’s shaft, while two of those beefy fingers of his were delving up and spreading her drooling, spasming cunt open around them. Light moans were escaping the girl for nearly a minute before her curiosity got the better of her, and her head slipped down between Kyu’s legs and gave the ursine cock head a ginger kiss, followed by a singular, lengthy lick down to the base. She ended up making a face at the taste of it, but, still curious, her lips parted, and ever so slowly slipped down over the first few inches of Kyu’s prick, a little cough escaping at the flavor.
      A grin spread on Jerv’s muzzle as she watched the girl trying new things, though a moment later, she had a prodding Wolvar dick to distract her from watching the others. Her paw squeezed at it as she tensed up, feeling Suel’s tongue slip up into her after teasing it for forever, muscles clinched down around the invading digit, and forced a little whine from the Wolvar girl, before she did the equivalent to Suel, maw spreading open around the exposed ebony shaft. She still seemed to look over at Kyu and Cora with her eyes, while her muzzle was still full of Wolvar cock. Jerv was a little devious that night, and instead of her usual bobbing and suckling that Suel was used to, she instead began to copy the novice Pandaren, giving jerky squeezes, long pauses to breath heavily over the shaft, and bobbing rapidly over the first four inches or so over the twitching, needy prick, all while her mate continued to slowly and steadily eat her out. 
      Kyu and Cora both seemed to be having a really nice time too, with the heavy, soaked fingers driving up into her, a pinky lightly pressing against the pucker of her tailhole each time he sinks into her tunnel, not actually penetrating her rear for fear she’ll stop her gentle, if inexperienced attentions to his needy, quivering bearhood. Rather abruptly, the bear let out a loud moan of pleasure as the shaft throbbed and twitched wildly in the younger panda’s muzzle, before erupting in an explosion of pearly white jets of his seed. There was some of the pleasured moaning from Cora, trying to play it sexy for Kyu, but then her expression changed and the unswallowed cum began to run down over the prick and soak the larger bear’s sack with the potent spunk. Apparently, she was not accustomed or fond of the salty flavor of male climax. Kyu didn’t seem to mind though, and even gave a chuckle at the scene, while his fingers worked deeper and harder into her tender cunt. A few moments later, those tight inner muscles clamped down around the delving digits with the mighty force of the small Panderen’s pulsing, rhythmic orgasm. 
      Now that the show was over, the pair of Wolvar started to really go at it, with one of Suel’s thumbs wedging firmly up against, then spreading Jerv’s tailhole open, just leaving it buried about an inch inside as a tease. His tongue continued to delve deep into her inner depths, rough texturing on it dragging intensely along the sensitive pink walls. While he was doing that, her paws had moved to cup and roll those heavy orbs about lovingly, while her lips spread and ground against the slowly swelling knot, mushing down against it firmly each time she slips down over the jerking, throbbing ebony flesh, the very tip prodding at the back of her throat. Every time she pulled back, she’d slip the full length free, allowing a mixture of spit and preseed to dribble down sensually and messily over the prick, before taking it all back into her maw. While the pandas watched on intently, ogling at the mated pair of Wolvar, while they themselves worked to clean each other up without arousing one another anymore. 
      The slurping noises continued for a good three minutes after the Pandaren had completed their clean up. Those hefty nuts finally pulled tight, knot swollen to the full size of engorgement. Right before Suel was about to blow his load, Jerv pulled free almost entirely, a paw slipping up and tightening around the base, just under Suel’s knot to simulate a tie. A second later and she tilted the erect member downwards, just in time for the warm, slimy fountain of heavy Wolvar seed to go splattering against the dirt and grass between his legs in long ropes of white. Jerv, not quite done, continued to grind back against the moaning male, trying to get him to work at it harder before she too hit her edge, clamping down spasmodically around the tongue and mashing herself up against the Wolvar’s muzzle, before a watery splash of feminine climax bathed Suel’s maw with her scent. Her paw kept a tight hold behind the knot as she moaned and panted out happily into the air, back arched and eyes closed tight.
      Needless to say, there were two sets of shared bed rolls that night, with the big bear and the girl curled up against one another, and Jerv literally just lying on top of her mate despite his initial halfhearted complaints. All four were awakened to the loud, messy chewing noises in the middle of the night. A fat tan and brown feral raccoon had found their leftovers from dinner and had decided to help himself. When he’d finished, he just waddled off to sit nearby and stare at them for the rest of the night. The next morning, he still sat there, watching each of them as they woke and started their morning routines. The moment the food was finished, he scuttled on over with a chunk of flipped over bark and held it out. Of course, not being a total monster, Suel set a biscuit and some jerky on the “plate” and off the little guy went to eat.
      They had figured that he would waddle off to wait for the next group of adventurers to give him food and help keep him well padded. Though the second they were off on the trail once more, the pudgy raccoon was stepping along behind them, trailing about six feet behind the tail end of the four. Nevertheless, they were on their way once more. They were making a bit slower time today, but did not seem to mind all that much as they meandered along at a more casual pace, raccoon bringing up the rear, occasionally getting distracted by a butterfly or something, but generally keeping close.
      At long last, the group had arrived at the old cottage from a few days back. Cora was the first one through the door, a bit of a pained but cheerful expression across her face as she began righting all the wrongs in the main living room. Next in were Jerv and Suel, followed by Kyu and lastly, the rotund feral raccoon, which had basically refused to be turned away this late in the journey. Once all was as it should be in the main room, Cora headed into the kitchen, bringing her pack loaded with things from the old rude lady’s house, but mainly meat and some large potatoes.  So, while she cooked and cleaned at the kitchen, Suel, Jerv, and Kyu all worked to dust and sweep the righted main room and the inner hallways to the best of their ability, all while the raccoon just sat on a pile of old blankets and waited for his meal. 
      When all was said and done, the main portion of the house looked a great deal better, and rather than coming across as abandoned and lonely, it appeared quite a bit warmer, inviting, and lived it than before. Cora walked out to the others with a platter of roast, some bowls, a small pot of boiled potatoes, and a smaller bowl for the raccoon. All five of the hungry critters chowed down on the home cooked meal, idly chatting about what to do next. Jerv and Suel had been planning on moving on to see where the road would take them, while Kyu and Cora had decided to stay at the old bear’s home for a few weeks, to finally say goodbye in her case and to keep her company in his case.
      The next morning, after breakfast, the Wolvar pair regretfully said their goodbyes and set along their somewhat merry way, bags packed with dried goodies and such, though the raccoon stayed at the cottage as a self-appointed house guest and food taster. As the house faded from view, the two mates picked up their usual pace towards the village and beyond.
      
      The End.