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From: an20067@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 10 May 1994 18:19:34 UTC
Subject: Silver (F, wolf)

				Silver
				  by
			    Tony Lancaster

	It was so quiet the silence was a palpable thing; she thought
that if she had been standing in a heaving, thumping disco the effect
would have been almost the same. No, not the same of course but
silence like this had a life all its own. Oh hell, she knew what she
meant and there was no-one else to explain it too. She was glad of
that.

	She was alone here in the depths of the backwoods, no other
cabins for miles, no chance of meeting another human being in all that
expanse of timber, river and mountain that had wrapped itself around
her as soon as she had got out of her jeep days ago. How long ago? No
matter.

	Turning from the view at the top of the crag she began to
retrace her steps back down to the cabin, her feet crunching in last
night's snowfall. She had noticed tracks on the way up, wolf tracks.
Strangely it was not an unwelcome thought that there were other
creatures sharing this place with her, just so long as they weren't
human.

	Later as she curled up into her big chair by the crackling
fire she let her mind go back over her recent past and all that had
happened, the bad, painful things and the good, happy things. After
all that was the point of coming up here, to sort herself out, she
just had to.

	When Pierre, the bastard, told her that he'd found someone
else and had been having an affair for months she'd not let herself
believe it at first but then it had sunk in and the hurting had begun.
The trouble was that she still loved him and wanted him in her life
but he had moved out and there was more hurt and emptiness.

	And so she came up to this little retreat, half expecting it
to be more hurtful than ever but the quiet, healing woodland had taken
her in, wrapped her around and the world beyond the dirt track had
receded until she could go back over it all. There were happy times,
of course; especially here where they had spent days of their lives,
just the two of them. Pierre could not always get away and then she
would come up here alone. In those times of solitude she'd grown to
love the place dearly. Now here she was with her life in pieces and a
great hollowness inside. When she had gone into the store at the
settlement they had advised her against coming up here. It was winter
and no time to be alone in a cabin in the wilds but she reassured her
friends there. She was no city fool and could take care of herself and
there was always the radio.

	Heavy snowfall was forecast. Winter had his cold grip on the
sleeping timberlands and the glories of the spring, summer and autumn
seemed long gone but she was not concerned. The cabin was well stocked
with all she would need, plenty of food and fuel for the fire and
lamps. She could get to the wood store from inside the cabin, had
plenty of reading material and if she did need to contact the outside
world there was always the two-way radio. All that was missing was
Pierre, the bastard. It helped to get mad at him, eased the ache.

	When she opened the door the next morning she saw that it had
snowed heavily during the night. A silent, white world had closed in
since yesterday and the jeep was a vague lump under its sheet. For
something to do she got a shovel and began to clear a path from the
door although there was no need, she wasn't going anywhere.

	The days and nights began to run into each other and she began
to feel better. The isolation was helping her and the deep, grey
feeling was starting to lift. When the sun shone the sight of the
white, crystal world lifted her and her eyes would fill with tears
although they were not the sad ones of before. When the moon shone and
the silver light made everything look cool and unreal she heard the
wolves; their lonely, powerful cries made the hair on the back of her
neck prickle and she was conscious of something deep within herself
that thrilled to hear it. Not fear. Oh no, not fear. She pushed the
feeling away uneasily. They would be hungry, the temperature had
dropped a lot and the snow was very deep now.

	Two nights later she heard something. Awakened from a deep
dreamless sleep she listened as she became fully awake. A scratching,
low down at the thick wooden door that grew slower and finally
stopped. Part of her wanted to get up and open the door but the other
part, the city part, said, "No, leave it. There's danger there." When
the sound didn't come again she drifted off into a troubled sleep
until the strong light of a sunny winter's day flooded into the cabin
and she stirred and poked her head from under the warm duvet.

	Then she remembered and with the remembering came thoughts of
what might have been at the other side of the door. Impatiently she
pushed these thoughts aside and reluctantly emerged from her cosy nest
and pulled on thick clothes. The fireplace was still warm from the
fire of the night before and the embers in the ashes soon yielded
yellow flames to her steady blowing, dry paper and kindling.

	She resisted the growing urge to open the door. From the
windows she saw that it had snowed again though not a great deal.
Finally realising that she would have no peace until she did she took
a deep breath and lifted the latch. It was not locked and she pulled
it open. She released the breath she had been holding back and her
heart thumped painfully as she looked down to where the animal lay,
half covered by the snowfall, perfectly still, perhaps dead. Crouching
down beside it she brushed away the powdery snow from the wolf's face
and then down to where his heart should be.

	"Please let it be alive. Oh please God let it not be too
late," she thought her prayer to whatever was in control of this
lovely place. When she felt a faint but steady beat she thought,
"Thank you. Oh thank you. Please help me now."

	She managed to drag the dead weight of the big dog wolf into
the cabin and put him in a corner so that he would not see the fire
when, or if, he came round. She knew enough to know that wild things,
especially wolves, fear fire. After covering him with a thick blanket
she warmed some milk and easing the great jaws open she trickled a few
drops sown his throat. The fearsome fangs gleamed at her. Putting a
finger on one she pressed and the sharp point pricked her.

	Strangely she felt no fear, not threatened at all. It was like
having a large dog in the place with her. What could happen later
didn't occur to her right then.

	The creature hung between life and death. She sensed it and
willed him to come back, to fight and not to leave her, for now he was
part of her life. Like it or not she was no longer alone. She needed
and wanted desperately for him to live and run free again in the
wilderness, his wilderness.

	She did not go to bed for the next twenty four hours. Between
dripping warm milk down him and keeping a good fire going she took a
little food herself and dozed in the chair.

	Sometime in the early hours he whimpered. It was the sound as
of a pet dog crying in his sleep. She'd kept a lamp burning low and
slowly she moved over and knelt beside the recumbent animal. Reaching
out she stroked the beautiful head as one would a sick dog but of
course this was no pet Alsatian, it was a wild animal that could
savage her in moments when he was recovered and now she knew that he
would get well again, she just knew.

	A few hours more of dropping milk down his throat, stroking
and willing him to recover and he opened his eyes. Oh but they were so
beautiful! Never had she looked into such eyes. After a moment he left
her and went back to sleep only now he breathed strongly and
regularly, he was on his way to recovery.

	The next time he opened his eyes he tried to move himself but
it was beyond him and instead he settled for a curl of his lips and a
faint growl that rumbled in his empty belly, or so it seemed. She
eased away, determined not to show the fear that swept over her. He
would sense it and that would never do. He watched her warily until
sleep took him again and then she relaxed.

	She was ready with a bowl of tinned steak when he stirred
again. Just a little for now. She had placed it near his head and she
saw him scenting it, nostrils twitching. He tried to move but his
weakness defeated him so she moved slowly over and putting her fingers
into the food smeared them liberally and then slowly, slowly she moved
her hand to his mouth. His natural instincts fought with his great
hunger, his lips curled again and the rumbling growl disturbed the
silence.

	"Oh stop being so bloody macho!" She heard herself saying the
words and suppressed the giggle that threatened to erupt. His ears
twitched at the sound of her voice and at such close quarters.

	"It's all right big boy. Let's have a truce. No more big male
stuff and I'll look after you."

	His need overcame his instincts and like a puppy he licked the
meat from her fingers. She repeated the process until he had had
enough and went back to sleep.

	And so the relationship developed. He allowed her to place the
bowl near him but if she lingered or tried to touch him he would show
her his wicked looking fangs and the cabin would fill with the sound
of his growling disapproval.

	"Just like all males. Bloody ungrateful bastard." she said the
words angrily to him and his ears twitched; with a final growl he
settled down with his head on his paws and those incredible eyes fixed
on her.

	When eventually he struggled to his feet and stood uncertain
and unsteady she encouraged him, her voice low and eager as she sat in
her chair. "Good boy, that's right, have a drink," as he bent his head
and lapped at the dish of water she had put near him. He did not go to
the blanket but infinitely slowly he tottered towards the door. She
saw then just how emaciated he was, the bones showing through the
silver-grey pelt.

	"That's it," she thought to herself, "he wants to go. Is that
all there is?" A sense of loss hit her like before. "Oh shit! No, not
again, please God no." Tears filled her eyes but quietly, slowly, she
went over and opened the door and the cold air came in and he stood
and scented beyond to the waiting wilderness, his wilderness. When he
stepped over the threshold and went out into the snow without a
backward glance her heart called out silently to him, bursting with
her lonely longing. It must have cost him much to do what he did then.
Struggling through the snow he went as far as he could then, just like
any other dog he cocked his leg and pissed on either side of the path
she had cleared. He tried to shake himself but he was weak and off
balance and nearly fell over. Her heart went out to him but she knew
he would not let her help him as she tottered unsteadily back into the
warmth of the cabin. Now the tears came as she watched him settle down
onto the blanket and fix her with his stare again. She should have
known. he wanted to go out and scent his patch. No other of his kind
would come near them now, but for how long?

	The days passed and she kept him fed with nourishing meats
from her well-stocked store. The change was good to see as he filled
out and regained his strength. The beautiful silver-grey pelt took on
a sheen and she longed to run her hands over it but he would permit no
such liberties. Once her longing to touch him grew so strong that she
reached out after placing his bowl down. As her fingers made contact
with his thick winter coat he gave a fearsome growl that rumbled
around the cabin. His ears lay flat along his great head and he showed
her his fangs. Her anger boiled over then.

	"Well fuck off you bad-tempered ungrateful bastard," she
hissed at him but he just fixed her with his lovely eyes as usual and
began to down the food. She didn't try again; he had established the
boundary and she would not cross it although she longed to.

	When one morning the two-way radio crackled into life and the
voice of Matt at the store filled the cabin he stood up with the ridge
of hair along his back standing on end, growling like never before,
ears flat and fangs showing.

	"It's all right boy. Quiet down now. Shush , shush while I
answer." She reassured Matt that all was well, trying not to give any
hint that she was not alone.

	He would go out regularly to scent his patch and empty his
bowels and she came to realise that he was not going to disappear, not
yet anyway. Sometimes they would hear others of his kind calling out
their sad, chilling cry. He would raise his head, ears pricked; they
would look at each other and then he would settle down again. It was
not his time for leaving yet.

	One night she was restless as she lay under her duvet. The
moon filled the cabin with Her cool light, she never closed the
curtains and now that the her companion was used to his surroundings
she did not keep a lamp burning. Her mind was filled with thoughts of
Pierre for some reason, things that she imagined would no longer
trouble her. Randy, sexual images form times past when they had made
love in the wild places around there that now slumbered and waited for
spring and summer to return. That handsome bastard Pierre was a good
lover, God how he could fuck her to distraction sometimes. She would
look at that fat, round bulge in the front of his jeans or shorts and
the looking would send the signals down to her cunt and she would
moisten beautifully. He would know and they would be out of their
clothes and he would be in her without the need for words.

	She had not felt like this since Pierre had left her. Sex had
receded from her life but now it was back and troubling her, just when
she thought she was getting over the separation at last... great...
She would walk out into the snow tomorrow and bump into some hunky
hunter and he would take her just like Pierre used to... fat chance!

	Old familiar feelings crept over her and she began to enjoy
them. Sliding her hand down to where her quim was now alive and
insistent she was not surprised to find that she was moist. Flicking
back the duvet she ran her hands over her naked body. Her breasts
tightened and her nipples grew hard and swollen, the good feelings
shifting down to where the centre of her sensations concentrated
between her legs as she spread them and began to masturbate herself.

	She was building nicely when there was a movement in the
shadowy corner where the wolf lay. She felt a sense of irritation at
the intrusion and then watched , hand resting over her pulsing cunt as
he stood up and moved forward into the moonlight. It caught his silver
pelt and it came to her them that she would give him a name.

	Silver.

	There was light enough to see that he was scenting the air,
head raised in her direction, nostrils twitching and chest moving as
he took in her aroused female odours. She experienced a range of
emotions as she took in the sight: horror, fear, excitement and most
of all lust. Primitive lust crept into the cabin with the moonlight
and she knew what she wanted to happen then.

	He moved to the bed slowly, a step at a time: daintily,
tentatively. It was as though he were unsure. Different instincts
fought within him and then she saw that he too was aroused. His sex
protruded, the smooth length of his cock clear of its furry sheath.

	Silently she willed him to come to her and slowly he did. When
he was at the bedside he waited. He was so big that he stood higher
than her as she lay with her legs spread open. He only had to lower
his beautiful head and he would be able to reach her where she was
longing for him to touch her. She hardly dared draw breath, the
tension almost unbearable.

	When he did it, lowered his head and sniffed her cunt then put
his cold, moist nose there, she shuddered and released the breath that
she'd been holding back. Then in one smooth movement he was on the bed
with her and standing between her legs. The feel of his tongue on her
swollen lips made her give a little whimper and he in turn growled
very low as he licked her.

	"Lie still, be quiet."

	Slowly she slid her hands down and one on either side she
opened herself for him as he used his long, hot tongue on her. It had
been so long since she had felt her clitoris being stroked that way
that she had forgotten just how fantastic it was. That it was this
masterful, wild creature that was doing it just added to the pleasure.
She knew that she was near coming and beyond caring now whether he
liked it or not as she began to lift her hips and gasp out. "Yes.
Ahhh yes... Good boy... Do it... Make me come... Aarrrghhhh... "

	He was growling his low fierce warning but she was lost in her
pleasure as he orgasm swept her up and over the edge. He did not stop
his licking on her sopping woman-part and now she was sensitised as
never before. Almost without thinking she moved away from him, got off
the bed and knelt on the floor. She knew of course what she wanted now
and as she knelt on all fours she presented him with her rear and
waited. It had been one of Pierre's favourite positions, taking her
from the back, and now she wanted Silver to do the same. Take her as
he would one of his own kind when she was on heat out there in the
wild.

	He needed no encouragement and with one bound he was off the
bed and behind her, sniffing at the pad of her cunt as it pouted at
him. Then he was up and mounted on her, his front paws gripping her
tightly round her waist like a dog does to a bitch he intends to
enter. She felt his haunches moving, probing for entrance and he was
there, slipping his smooth hot cock into her. When he was all the way
in and pumping steadily she groaned and he answered her with his low
growl, "Be quiet while I fuck you."

	She pushed back onto him, the feel of his thick, cool pelt
sensual and primitive. She came again, she came again, so great had
been her need. and he finished almost with her; he was not, after all,
Pierre who could pace himself and bring out the woman in her so easily
and often. He dismounted and then squatted to lick his shiny red cock.
Going over to his corner he drank from his water bowl and then sat
with his long tongue hanging out and she thought how sexual it now
looked.

	They both slept then until she awoke and felt the need for
more of the same. She took a mirror from the wall and placed it so
that she would be able to watch as he took her again, then she stirred
the fire and in the light from it she lay and opened her legs wide. He
looked over to her, she could see his extraordinary eyes glowing in
the dark corner. He had grown quite used to the fire by now but would
he come over to the where she sprawled, waiting like some bitch on
heat. He was very male and his cock would drive him though and true
enough he stirred himself and padded over, his prick out and ready.

	She sighed a sigh of pure pleasure as once again he licked her
down there as she held herself open for him. When he had lifted her up
enough she moved and presented to him and he mounted and went in. Oh
the sensations as he gripped her with his forepaws and jabbed into
her. She looked across to the mirror and saw their reflections and it
was a lusty, lewd sight she saw, him mounted on her, his haunches
pumping steadily. It did strange things to her and she came
satisfyingly before he finished with her and went off to lick his fine
cock and settle down again.

				* * *

	It was a fine, sunny day and the temperature had risen. She
knew that things were different when he only picked at the bowl of
food that she put down for him. He sat and looked at her and she
thought how beautiful he was. Impelled by something, she did not know
what, she went over and squatted down beside him and tentatively
reached out a hand and put it on his head.

	No growls, no fangs, not this time. He let her take her
pleasure and she lovingly stroked the fine head and then down along
his back running her fingers over the silver-grey pelt.

	She knew then that it was time.

	Getting up she went to the door and opened it wide and the
winter wilderness came in and he scented the crisp air and got up on
his four strong legs and walked slowly over and then out into his
world.

	She watched as he left his scent on either side of the path as
he usually did and then loped easily away up the rise across from the
cabin. When he reached the top he stopped and turned to look back to
her as she stood in the doorway, the he moved into the snow-loaded
trees and was gone.

	She should have felt devastated but mercifully she did not.
She knew deep within herself that he would be back. This cabin was on
his patch now, he ad scented it and had mated with her. They would be
together again when she returned from the city where such things
didn't happen or were not believed. She would hear his kind calling
out into the night and she would go again into his world; he would
find her and they would mate again under the summer night sky and when
winter came here again she would hear scratching at the door and he
would enter her world again. There was a bond between them now, they
had helped each other.

	Later when she had tidied the cabin and prepared for leaving
she used the two way and told Matt that she was about to set off back
for "Civilization". It would take her an hour or a little more to get
down the track and they would expect her. She left the blanket in the
corner.

	With a final look round she closed and locked the door and
went over to the jeep. She was leaving a great deal happier than when
she arrived.

	There was life after Pierre.