A Good Title Will Go Here Eventually [Dusteh]

Longfang didn't stop thrusting until he'd blown his entire load into Jessie, panting and grunting. He flopped over onto his side, carrying her down with him, still knotted within her.

She moaned and collapsed with him, panting heavily, she lowered her hand and gently rubbed the base of his knot, attempting to help him shrink faster.

Longfang, spent completely after the intense round, began to snore from behind her, his forepaws wrapped around her waist.

She chuckled softly and eventually fell asleep as well, though after wrapping a pelt over herself.

(Skip?)

(Sure~ :p)

Longfang padded into the den early the next morning, carrying another catch in his jaws. This time he'd outrun a small deer cub, and dragged it through the snow to bring it back to Jessie. He squeezed into the den and licked the top of her head.

Jessie was cuddled under a few pelts, she looked up and gave a smile, petting his head softly and she sat up, looking at his catch.

Longfang sat up and beamed proudly, not quite understanding that she wouldn't be able to eat the meat raw, like he could.

She chuckled softly, though scratching the back of her neck, "I wonder if there's anything to make a fire in here..." She mumbled aloud.

Fang turned his head to the side for a moment, then ran over to the bear pelt, pawing at a corner of it and looking back at her, whining.

She tilted her head and stood, she hadn't bothered putting clothes back on and she walked over to him, "What is it?" She asked and picked up the pelt.

Under the pelt, In a small niche apparently carved out of the rock by a metal tool, a small wooden box sat under the pelt, clearly vintage and unopened for ages.

"Hmm.." She mumbled and picked up the items, examining them.

Within was an old flint and tinder, as well as a compass and a small orange flag. Longfang tilted his head, not understanding that these things actually had some value to Jessie.

She smiled and kissed the top of his head, "Damn, didn't think wolves were this smart, I knew they were, but still" She chuckled and moved to the kill, making a fire near it.

Fang held back from the fire, more than wary of the presence of a thing he only knew as destructive inside his den. But she made it, so it had to be OK. He sat down and started tearing off part of the flank, leaving the best parts for her.

She gave him a soft smile, taking the parts he left for her and putting it on a stick, beginning to cook it.

Fang followed her every moment curiously, watching her cook the meat with fascination.  Soon, his mouth watered at the scent of cooked meat.  Mischievously, he crept up behind her and planted a very wet lick at the bottom of her bare back, close to her ass.

She hadn't been paying attention then she jumped and squeaked, turning and looking at him, "What? You want to try it?" She chuckled, holding out a cooled off piece to him.

Fang sniffed at it gingerly- deceptively, as it turned out, for when he decided that that's what he wanted he nearly snapped the stick with the force of his chomp.

"Oi watch the stick" She chuckled and pet his head, pulling the stick free of his jaw.

He hardly even chewed the tenderized meat, swallowing it within seconds. Tail wagging, he padded over next to her and sat down near the fire with her.

She pet his head and smiled, eating some of the meat and cooking more, holding out her hand with more for him.

Fang did actually use some care as he took the meat this time, not interested in being poked in the back of the throat with a stick again. He licked her shoulder appreciatively.