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Helliax of the twin rivers, son of Kroha, had consented to the proposal and since then, we’ve been together for the past six months. Both of us learning each other’s language and culture.\n\n“I do not…” the wolf rumbled, a somewhat adorable but confused look on an otherwise gruff face. “You want to know how my kind makes love, am I translating it right?”\n\nWe were currently in my home, two bottles of wine emptied to the last drop. It was probably why I had been bold enough to ask such a question, but even through my buzz I felt my face flush in embarrassment.\n\n“Yes. Uh, there’s almost nothing about your people and how they procreate. You see, there are these stories and the ladies…” I trailed off, my face burning bright. I looked anywhere but at the wolf and when he suddenly moved towards me, I startled. His confused expression shifted into a scowl. It twisted his scars, and it was reminder that this man here could kill me without even breaking into a sweat. So, for a moment I thought I had insulted him, it wasn’t the first species that considered a certain topic as a taboo, but something about the measured steps he took told me it wasn’t the urge to attack me. It was almost like a predator stalking his prey, slow and careful as not to spook a flighty creature. My observations were interrupted when the giant of a man stopped right in front of me, his furry chest nearly touching my muzzle. He smelled like the woods outdoor, the bark of a tree, the earth after it had rained. A scent that had left me rather pent up and blue balled during the nights of our travels.\n\nThe wolf leaned down to bring his muzzle to my ear. “First,” he whispered, a sound akin to a growl, deep and rumbly that made an instinctual part of me lower my ears. “We take what we want.”\n\nMy eyes went wide, and I gasped when a firm, rough hand went for a tight grip at the scruff of my neck. I swallowed, “O- oh…” it took a moment to catch my thoughts again. “T- the grip to stop them from running?”\n\nThe wolf chuffed, half offended, half amused. “To assert one’s aim. A grip on the neck to…” his voice trailed off as he searched for a proper word. Then he whispered into my ear, “Signal that you’ll be the man.”\n\nMy muzzle opened in surprise and there it was, the flare of hope I hadn’t bothered to entertain ever since I’ve seen him. He never had shown any sort of interest, or even an inclination towards that side of the pond, I haven’t even seen him with any woman, so I had kept it to myself. The last thing you want is to offend a dire wolf, after all. “Your kind doesn’t mind males sleeping with other males?”\n\n“We take what we want,” he repeated softly, his nose close enough to my fur that I felt him breathe deeply, a snuffing sound. “A man can appreciate many things, like the soft curves of a woman, or the hard edges of a man. There’s no shame in it. 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How he had breathed in more deeply than truly necessary, his nose nearly pressed into my fur and how he commented on a beautiful scent as if it wasn’t just an additive to his point, but an observation within the moment.\n\nOh.\n\nOh!\n\n“H- how would one… uh,” I couldn’t help but blush. “Agree to this proposal?”\n\nHe lost his grip on my neck and let his arm swing back to his side and despite my best efforts I felt the loss as more than just an initial restriction of freedom. “We offer an out. If they aren’t convinced or interested, they’ll walk away.” He regarded me with those golden eyes, his tail swishing in what seemed almost a nervous habit. “However, if one is interested, you would walk up to them and embrace their body to start the final step.”\n\nIt wasn’t even a conscious thought when I immediately took an eager step forward. 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I made like 3 different versions of this. Nothing too crazy, I just couldn't decide between a clean one or showing the wolf's, err, assets off. Then I made a third one as a 'best of both worlds'. I personally like this one here the most and it was the initial starting point anyways, but I was curious to see how it would look slightly altered. Might be doing more of these in the future. Either way, it was an amazing practice to get a better understanding of coloring things up.

Next week I'll be starting to post the first page of my new comic. Patreon already has 2 pages up, so check it out if you're curious about seeing Death from Puss in Boots. Seems he's got himself a new prey to chase and toy with ;)

For now here's a little story to tide you over.

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The large wolf in front of me blinked at my question. It was a very specific one, rather private to be fair and I wasn’t entirely sure if he had translated it correctly. He wasn’t from around here, the wolf. A dire wolf to be specific, said to be the grandfather of all canines. Their size alone forced them to lower their head to fit through ordinary doors, their shoulders speaking of untamed might and their general physique could shame even the strongest warrior. They were the apex predator within our society, a remnant of a time when kill or be killed ruled life. A dying breed, as the world had long ago been tamed by their kind, the need to be strong making place for a leisure, more peaceful way of life.

Only a few tribes were left, and they were known to live an isolated life away from the rest of the world. Any foreign person trying to initiate diplomacy or trade would be met with hostility and even death, were one to push too hard. Not this one, however. The tribe of the Moonriver, as they called their home. It took some negotiations and a bunch of gifts before the leader of their pack had agreed to allow a volunteer to join me back to the capitol. Helliax of the twin rivers, son of Kroha, had consented to the proposal and since then, we’ve been together for the past six months. Both of us learning each other’s language and culture.

“I do not…” the wolf rumbled, a somewhat adorable but confused look on an otherwise gruff face. “You want to know how my kind makes love, am I translating it right?”

We were currently in my home, two bottles of wine emptied to the last drop. It was probably why I had been bold enough to ask such a question, but even through my buzz I felt my face flush in embarrassment.

“Yes. Uh, there’s almost nothing about your people and how they procreate. You see, there are these stories and the ladies…” I trailed off, my face burning bright. I looked anywhere but at the wolf and when he suddenly moved towards me, I startled. His confused expression shifted into a scowl. It twisted his scars, and it was reminder that this man here could kill me without even breaking into a sweat. So, for a moment I thought I had insulted him, it wasn’t the first species that considered a certain topic as a taboo, but something about the measured steps he took told me it wasn’t the urge to attack me. It was almost like a predator stalking his prey, slow and careful as not to spook a flighty creature. My observations were interrupted when the giant of a man stopped right in front of me, his furry chest nearly touching my muzzle. He smelled like the woods outdoor, the bark of a tree, the earth after it had rained. A scent that had left me rather pent up and blue balled during the nights of our travels.

The wolf leaned down to bring his muzzle to my ear. “First,” he whispered, a sound akin to a growl, deep and rumbly that made an instinctual part of me lower my ears. “We take what we want.”

My eyes went wide, and I gasped when a firm, rough hand went for a tight grip at the scruff of my neck. I swallowed, “O- oh…” it took a moment to catch my thoughts again. “T- the grip to stop them from running?”

The wolf chuffed, half offended, half amused. “To assert one’s aim. A grip on the neck to…” his voice trailed off as he searched for a proper word. Then he whispered into my ear, “Signal that you’ll be the man.”

My muzzle opened in surprise and there it was, the flare of hope I hadn’t bothered to entertain ever since I’ve seen him. He never had shown any sort of interest, or even an inclination towards that side of the pond, I haven’t even seen him with any woman, so I had kept it to myself. The last thing you want is to offend a dire wolf, after all. “Your kind doesn’t mind males sleeping with other males?”

“We take what we want,” he repeated softly, his nose close enough to my fur that I felt him breathe deeply, a snuffing sound. “A man can appreciate many things, like the soft curves of a woman, or the hard edges of a man. There’s no shame in it. Only the blind would consider a flower as unsightly… or fail to notice a beautiful scent right in front of their nose.”

I blinked, still held in place by the man’s unrelenting grip. The firmness of it and his deep, rumbly voice was doing things to my body, that were getting rather hard to hide. Literally, at that. The more disappointed I felt when he stood straight again, his muzzle leaving the side of my head.

“R- right,” I mentally chided myself, he was simply demonstrating it. Nothing more. “W- what about the second step? There’s one, I assume?”

The wolf nodded, a mere hint of fangs as if he shared a joke I hadn’t caught on yet. “We compliment something beautiful we had noticed about them.”

“I see,” it was an adorable costume, I suppose. More straight forward than courting someone but perhaps this was more akin to going out to the tavern to get laid, then finding a match for life. I was about to ask when it hit me. How he had breathed in more deeply than truly necessary, his nose nearly pressed into my fur and how he commented on a beautiful scent as if it wasn’t just an additive to his point, but an observation within the moment.

Oh.

Oh!

“H- how would one… uh,” I couldn’t help but blush. “Agree to this proposal?”

He lost his grip on my neck and let his arm swing back to his side and despite my best efforts I felt the loss as more than just an initial restriction of freedom. “We offer an out. If they aren’t convinced or interested, they’ll walk away.” He regarded me with those golden eyes, his tail swishing in what seemed almost a nervous habit. “However, if one is interested, you would walk up to them and embrace their body to start the final step.”

It wasn’t even a conscious thought when I immediately took an eager step forward. Perhaps it was the alcohol in my blood, or perhaps sleeping near a wolf you fancied eventually even got a scholar to be bold, but I took the metaphorical plunge forward. Then another and… I collided with his rock-hard body, softened by his short fur. The scent of his body filled my nose, and I inhaled deeply as I embraced the man. The woodsy aroma was getting straight to my groin.

“What is the—” I started but two large hands tightly gripped my ass and lifted me up. I yelped in surprise and without thinking my legs snuck around his waist in an attempt to keep my balance while I held on to his large shoulders. That made me bump my muzzle into his and I flushed deeply, quickly averting my head with an embarrassed laugh.

“The final step is simple,” the wolf rumbled, the sound traveling through his chest into mine. “To proof that one is strong enough to protect their mate, they are to carry them away from dangers and preying eyes, a safe place where they can be vulnerable.”

The wolf didn’t move, however, and I thought perhaps I had gotten it wrong. He’s always been more hands-on when explaining things, more show then tell, but that idea quickly flew away as I felt it then. Something thick and large already demanding entry into my tiny little hole.

“Oh,” I finally said, face going beet red.

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