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Roland Grouf

"You're in MY territory, as far as I'm concerned you're fair game."

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a character in “Time for Change”, as played by Royalburden

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Name: Roland Grouf
Age: 27
Species: Brown Bear
Physical Description:
-7ft tall brown bear, thick brown fur, fearsome and wild eyes.(His eyes are actually dark brown/black not white like they're shown here.)
-6'3, short black hair and beard, distant cold eyes

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Background: Roland was raised in a small town. A werebear haven so to speak all that southern small town nonsense where everyone knows everything about everyone. The town is all about self protection down to running out the outsiders when they look fishy. They where quite strict and protective, putting limits on where and when anyone could change into bear form. Roland however was quite attached to his bear form. He simply left when he felt that he wanted nothing more from living in that community. He didn't even really say goodbye to anyone, he simply packed a camp bag and set off ultimately building his own cabin in the woods and living primarily off the land.

So begins...

Roland Grouf's Story

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Roland putted into town in his beat up old pickup that looked as if it had tried to become one with the forests out of town. Mud caked its wheels and body, leaves and foliage clinging to the underside and it was questionable whether the bed of the truck was stained with blood or incredibly dark soil. This man was undoubtedly some sort of backwoods redneck. At least...that would be anyone's first impression. The second impression would be made only by those who knew the Therians existed. He must be one of them.

The pickup pulled into the lot of a small convenient store, the engine puttering sickly to a stop with several odd grinding noises and a clank. The man who stepped out was astonishingly....not what one would expect. He seemed an almost disappointingly ordinary man with a short scruffy black beard and wildly untamed black hair. Grime smeared his cheeks and forehead making his true skin tone impossible to discern but one couldn't miss the weary black eyes that peered from beneath furious brows. He had an odd build, large in a way where you couldn't quite tell if it was from muscle or fat or just a naturally large frame.

Roland hated being in his human form. He felt as if his large form had been stuffed in a small skin and capped in with a cork. His entire body itched and cramped and a low anger boiled constantly in his stomach. He caught the sound of shoes and hurried panting and just as he rounded his truck a woman collided head long into his wall of flesh. Roland grunted as his stomach was compressed under the blow but he wasn't moved his hand shot out automatically to make sure she didn't fall back on her ass but she squealed and smacked him in the face with her purse. Roland took a few steps back. "Hey! Lady I was just making sure you're ok!"

"You get away from me!" She snapped and ran to her car.

Roland scoffed and turned his gaze to the ally. A white tiger seemed to be harassing some thug. His instinct to challenge the stranger stirred in his gut before it faded. This was not the place, he was outside his territory, besides this was neutral land there was no reason to start conflict. 'Right this isn't the forest.' He sniffed and scratched his jaw before entering the convenience store. He went straight for canned and dried goods, things that would last him a while as well as a cocktail of fresh fruits such as grapes and melons and apples. Enough to feed one person for many moths. Like a bear preparing for hibernation he liked to pack for the long run because he despised entering town.





Meanwhile just outside Riley's apartment building a massive shadow moved at the crest of the slanted roof. The perfect silhouette of a beastly shaggy mane poking up into the night sky and the piercing glare of two highly reflective pale green eyes shining in the buds of early sunrise. John peered down through Riley's window, affirming that he'd gotten his little note, before disappearing on the far side of the roof. He ran along the roof, descending with quick light thudding footfalls, each step grounded and evenly distributed by large softly padded paws, he lept off the side of the roof, catching himself with extended claws on the rails of the fire escape to the next building. He wall jumped his way across the alley leading parallel to Riley's street, each jump deliberately lower to the last until he landed, transforming and shrinking back into human form. His bones popped and he shook himself, stretching his muscular arms and chest before adjusting his leather jacket which fell neatly on is shoulders as if it had always been there. John stopped only momentarily by a cluster of trash bins, his nose catching a particular scent. An idea crossed his mind and he smirked, unzipping his fly he immediately began marking the corner. "Hmh.....neutral my ass, a man should be able to keep his own back yard, right?" He mumbled under his breath as he shook the last few drops and zipped up his pants. "That should confuse the strays for a while." He grinned. As he looked up he noted an old mexican lady staring at him bewildered, frozen in the middle of putting out her trash her one slightly lazy eye made her look even more perplexed. "What? When man has to go, a man has to go." He said simply before leaving on down the street, confidently his hands in his pockets.

He'd signed himself into a shitty hotel within walking distance of Riley's home, upon re-entering the room he checked under the bed to see if his bag of weapons where still there and sniffed about, quite literally to make sure hunters hadn't entered. Everything was secure. with that John plopped himself in the stiff bed, kicking off his boots but leaving his clothes still on, allowing himself a half hour or so rest before he started his day up again.

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"No I....I didn't mean..." John started to apologize. The words managed to trail off some as he listened to what Riley had to say though.

"I’m sorry, I might have had too much to drink. Or not enough.” He took another swig straight from the bottle. “It’s just… you’re right. Fuck, what’s wrong with me? Did I really think that dropping a bomb like that on you would end well? And what is the point? Why the fuck would I even imprint if it doesn’t help to pass down my genes to the next generation? I can’t have cubs, at least not by any traditional means. I’m the outsider, you’re just in the wrong pride.”

"Well....you are too Riley. We're more than just wild animals, we ought to think more like reasonable people as well. I'm sure you're not the only gay were." Jack finished off his glass and watched, in some amount of surprise as Riley finished the bottle on his own. Sorrow and despair really does fuel the thirst.

“I think I might be drunk." He slurred then finished off the bottle and looked at John with a mock-innocent look on his face. John chuckled slightly and nodded. "You deserve it after what you've been through. Honestly I'm not entirely sure it would matter to me if you did 'do something about it'. If anything it would provide me with sure fact of where I stand on the matter. I just don't want you to hurt. It's the worst part of all this. If I'm not gay we can't be around each other like this, like brothers, like friends. If I don't fall for you in the end you've got no choice to pine over me and me alone. That's what sucks here." John wished he could down himself another glass but he figured he should get Riley home at least. Some rest would do them both good. They'd been up all night. John had been tracking him all week an then some.

"I honestly don't know how I'm going to convince the chief. Whatever it takes I suppose. It's the pack's safety or your homosexuality. I just hope he can see what's important here. No matter. We'll figure this out in the morning. Let's get you home." John stood and put an arm around Riley for support, draping Riley's arm around his neck. He could easily keep Riley on his feet with one arm out for him to grab onto but he just wanted to see something. The slightly smaller were was close enough to fill his sensitive nose with his scent now, mixed with the strong smell of whiskey and the traces of his supper of rare steaks. He really had been getting stronger, John could feel it by the muscles that flexed in his arm and back as he walked. Flashes of mental images of Riley pumping iron and jogging on treadmills at a sweaty gym came to his mind. He chuckled slightly under his breath comparing such exorcizes to his own rigorous training in the forest, running for miles on end lifting weights in two of his forms and sparing in all three forms with whomever challenged him for his position at lead guard. He always finished off a spar with a mighty roar. Being the only lion his was the loudest and most impressive and could be heard five miles off at least. He'd had to avoid doing that since the hunter was spotted nearby though. A roar so loud would definitely lead him to their doorstep.

John helped Riley into his car and they drove on back to Riley's house, talking of more casual things to ease the mood and John explained that he'd only been watching Riley for about an hour before he found the note mostly out of curiosity. "I didn't realize your love for humans extended far enough for you to play hero." John chuckled, "I recommend a cape next time and some tights."

Once they got back to Riley's home John offered his support again, this time holding out an arm for him to hang onto should he need it. John really liked Riley's loft. It was comfortable. Once Riley was off doing whatever it was he was to do to get ready for bed John found himself a beer and made himself comfortable on the couch. Despite it not being his home he found himself inadvertently putting his scent on it, more or less shifting around to get comfortable, putting as much contact against the fabric as he could muster. He kicked off his shoes and reclined himself there letting himself dose off slowly.





Meanwhile in the forest at a small little nook territory in the woods, an old beat up truck putted along an unmarked road leading to nowhere. Roland was finally heading home. His home was a hand built log cabin one he took the liberty of constructing with his own two hands. It was mostly a placeholder of course. He only lived there in the few days of fall and spring when the game that wandered through his territory wasn't enough to fill his appetite. The tiger territory wasn't far off from there, it was just off the mountain in a valley nearby. Roland had never been there before and he hoped never to have reason to. He slowed his truck to a stop as the headlights from it bathed over the entirety of his little shack. He turned it off and climbed out, collecting his shopping bags and kicking the door shut behind him. Nothing but crickets sounded off in that part of the woods. Crickets and the soft rhythmic huff of the bear's breathing. He unlocked the door to his home and entered letting the screen door slam behind him. It was all one floor and three rooms. A bedroom bathed in animal furs, mostly deer and wolf. He didn't let any of his food go to waste. Almost like a proper hunter his meal also became his rug, the comforters to his bed, the thin dry leather of the lampshade and the frame to his chair. Bones skin and fur. Even a hunter might mistake him for another hunter. He was far from it though. There was one thing missing. Guns. Not a single weapon lay in viewing distance from any angle, no guns bows or darts. Only thing he used at all where knives to prepare the flesh. Large chunks of raw venison sat in the fridge and the freezer thawing out methodically to conserve food. He dumped the fruits in as well before lumbering exhaustedly to his bed.

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“No.” Riley sighed as he finally assessed the damage he had done. “This was from my own nightmare. Guess they’re contagious.” He laughed it off to assure him it was no big deal.

John licked his lips of the blood and steak juice and was about to wipe his face with his sleeve when he realized he was still wearing his good leather jacket. He used a napkin instead and finished, using the fur of his hand and tongue to groom away the grease. Watching a were clean himself like this was interesting to say the least. John preferred it to showering, being strongly against getting himself sopping wet, and could be caught on occasion licking himself in lion form. It was part of the reason his scent seemed more potent than Riley's. He reinforced it with his own scent glands kind of like putting on his own John-scented perfume. He remained clean as anyone who scrubbed with soap and water, using the barbs on his tongue to remove dirt grime and the smells that lingered during the day. Regardless John paused mid lick when he spotted Riley at the corner of his eye getting changed. He slipped back into his human form and watched inadvertently staring as his tail came flopping out of the sweat pants. Wow....not self conscious anymore, is he.

“What?! You see something you like?” He asked with a bit of chuckle.

John's jaw snapped shut, nipping his tongue painfully and drawing blood. He winced at the pain of it and his ears went a faint pink. "I-I wasn't....."

He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat momentarily. "Ow...." He chuckled "Hurry up and get ready I have to get my shit back at the hotel." He snapped, feigning impatience.

Once Riley was done packing and had everything in order the pair left the apartment and got back in John's camaro to head to the motel. John paid for his nights and picked up his things, a meager two bags, one for clothes one for weapons both of which where tossed into the trunk next to Riley's things.

John then sat down in the drivers seat and they pulled off down the main road out of the city. "Off we go. It's going to be a long ride, took me three days to make only because I've had to weave in between all the territories to get here, god forbid we stop at a gas station in a panther tribe's territory. Shouldn't take more than two days going back though. I know a place we can stop for the night, an old friend of mine about halfway, hopefully I can convince him to let us cut through his place...he can be....difficult."

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Riley got into the car after throwing his suitcase into the trunk. Part of him was thinking it’d be a better idea if he took his own car and just followed John, but why waste the gas? It also didn’t help that, when he sat down, he was suddenly aware that the whole interior of the car was permeated with John’s scent. He sat down and it was like a junkie getting his fix. His eyes dilated, his nostrils flared and his teeth grinded together. He discretely inhaled as deep as he could before John got into the car. However, unlike the effects of a true junkie getting his fix, he suddenly felt calmed and relaxed. He smiled a goofy grin. They went to the motel and picked up John’s things and while he was in the motel he couldn’t help but rub around in the seat like he had put catnip on it or something. He couldn’t explain why, but he wanted to feel as though he was connected to John and this helped with that craving. Either he didn’t realize or didn’t care that at the same time he was putting his own scent into the seat while he was rubbing around. He saw John come out of the Motel with his bags and Riley quickly halted the rubbing. As John sat back down in the car he sniffed a little then looked at Riley with a mocking accusatory look.

“What?” Riley asked as innocently as he could.

John didn’t answer, he just shook his head turned to start the car. The first part of the trip wasn’t too bad, they made small talk here and there as John navigated through back roads and small middle of nowhere towns on their way. Eventually, though, Riley began to succumb to the calming effects of John’s scent-laden upholstery and fell asleep with his head against the window. He once again was visited by ghosts of the past in his dreams, only this time they were pleasant.

It played out like watching an old home movie reel in his mind. He was ten years old again and wrestling around with Johnny in the field behind his house. All of a sudden, Ri stopped what he was doing, even though he was winning. This was the first time his senses ever went feral. He jumped off of Johnny, who he had pinned, and turned to face the woods his eyes wide.
“What’s going on, you were winning? Why’d you give up?”
Ri didn’t answer only held a hand up to silence him. A second later he had completely shifted to a tiger cub and was running into the woods, Johnny following suite, was right on his heels. It was almost as if he had turned into a different person going solely on instinct. They got a short distance from a meadow and Ri came to a screeching halt, Johnny almost running into him. He then started moving very slowly and quietly towards the meadow. When they got to the edge, he saw his first prey; a small doe grazing in the meadow. Then, like a blot of lightning, he blasted from the underbrush and out at the deer. Ri was one of the fastest cubs in the tribe so he had her by the neck and pinned to the ground before she was half-way to the edge of the meadow. With a quick shake of his head, he snapped her neck and started digging into the fresh kill. He looked up, his face covered in blood and smiled as best he could in his tiger form when Johnny emerged from the bushes looking shocked and thrilled at the same time. They shifted back to human form so they could talk.

“What the hell was that?” Johnny asked in awe.

“I don’t know, it was like I suddenly heard the munching of grass and smelled the deer and I couldn’t help myself. I had to get it.”

“That was so cool. You should ask your dad if you can be a hunter.”

“You think so? You think he’ll let me, I know he really wants me to train to be an enforcer or a guard?” He asked a little unsure of what he should do.

“Yeah you should. Just take this home and let him see what you can do.”

“Okay, but you gotta come with so he’ll believe I did it and didn’t just find it out here.”

The two brought the deer to Ri’s house and his father was the proudest tiger in the tribe. He agreed that night that Ri should train to become a hunter, and with the proper training, he could be one of the best in the tribe.

The movie reel in Riley’s mind faded out. He slowly woke up as he noticed the car had turned off of the paved road onto a gravely road. He noticed snow everywhere, which wasn’t uncommon in November, and he figured they had gone up into the mountains to avoid someone else’s territory. Riley loved the smell of snow and it was a little warm in the car so he opened the window to let the night air in. He took a deep breath to smell the snow and his senses went feral.

“What the fuck are you doing? We need to turn back NOW. This is bear territory…” He trailed off as he noticed John grinning at his reaction.

“Oh shit, your friend is a bear isn’t he? Goddamnit, you really should have told me that first.”

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Riley couldn’t believe his ears, not that the bear thought he was John’s mate, that was an easy mistake given that he was practically bathing in his scent earlier in the day. What Riley was confused about was John’s complete indifference to the comment. He said nothing to correct the bear and that threw Riley for a loop. Did he feel something other than friendship? He was probably just trying not to provoke the bear, after all he was trying to get them a place to stay.

He stepped out of the car and looked up at John who was motioning for him to come inside. “You go ahead, I’m gonna go for a walk. I need to stretch my legs after the long car ride. I won’t go too far, just come get me when you work out the food situation, I’m starving.”

Riley wandered out into the woods being careful to stay close to the cabin. Bears were usually solitary creatures unless it was mating season so he figured there wouldn’t be any other bears getting to close to the cabin. He was just out of ear shot of the cabin when he saw a small clearing in the trees. There was a log laying on the ground and Riley brushed the snow off and sat on it like a bench. He looked up into the night sky with more stars than he could ever hope to count and let out a sigh. “You up there Dad? If you are I could really use one of those Lion King type moments right now.” He paused as if he were actually waiting for a response. “Still not talking to me, huh? I guess you’ll just have to listen then. I miss you, Dad. I have for a long time now. You know this really sucks that you’d leave me like this, right when I need you most. I’m not sure if I’m good enough to do this, Dad. This hunter is good, he’s getting past all the other hunters of the tribe. Yeah I know you think I’m the best, but you were always a bit biased.” He gave a noise that was indistinguishable between a laugh and crying. “Why’d you have to end it the way you did? Fuck, you were so proud of me. You loved me the way any parent was supposed to, but two words out of my mouth and all that changed. You beat me, you threw me out like a piece of trash and left me for dead.” He cried. “A parent’s love is supposed to be unconditional, not something that can be destroyed with two fucking words. You didn’t even let me explain why I came to you in the first place. I was trying to tell you that I imprinted. I was seventeen and I had just imprinted on my best friend, I needed some compassion, some understanding, some advice or something, but you didn’t give me any of that. And I could have done a lot worse than imprinting on John. Yeah, that’s right I imprinted on the lion. But we were always told that, when you find a mate, they should be caring, loyal, know you inside-out, and be someone you can’t imagine your life without. John fits all that, he just doesn’t seem to have the same feelings for me.” He stopped talking and just stared at the moonlight making the snow appear to glow.

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Lapin scarfed down the gamey-meat in a few bites. He went a head and packed up the rest of the meat away in an air tight bag to and shoved it into his backpack. The sky was growing dark quickly, Lapin had a few things he needed to do before he could sleep, and with the snow starting to fall that list only grew by the moment.

"I don't know anything about you, except that you're feeding me and i'm grateful for it."

Not a thing about me? He laughed a little as if she had made a pun that he hadn't heard in long time so it got a chuckle.
Had his reputation started to fade? Were his deeds starting to fade out of common lore and into history books like so many other beings? Maybe it was a good thing that his time was over...

."Sir, I don't think I caught your name.."

Sighing heavily he stood up answering. "Depending on who you talk to, or when you're talking about, Tho you may call me Lapin, Lapin Izhmesh." He smiled a bit.

He moved over to his bag and dug out a mag light flash light and flicked it on, it had a red filter on it as to not destroy his natural night vision. He knew everyone and their mother that was a were would see it but at the moment that wasn't an issue. He was just another human camper lost in the woods on a hunting trip. He shouldered his bag and grabbed his rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. .

" There are a few branches over there you can use for the fire... feel free to do what you wish with the elk. Keep the poncho. Don't find me again... " He gave her one more smile before walking out of the fire light into the night.


Lapin walked on through the snowy woods in the dark, heading to the base of the mountain to where he had built a small shelter. It was about an hour and a half away.

He didn't make much noise but he felt like he had eyes on him the whole way as he waked. He didn't like the snow, sure it was pretty but all it did for him was make being unnoticed harder to do. No matter what you did you left tracks and made at least some noise unless you wanted to skull drag your way everywhere. Hell that left even more of a path than running through the snow.

The sense of dread that had plagued him since his encounter with the Fox woman. He drew his revolver, the comforting feeling of the wood grips in his hand eased his mind a little. Even if a bear rushed him now one or two rounds of 454 Casull would end that right quick.

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John went about taking a few things into the cabin just for the night, the majority of their stuff stayed in the car though as they planned on leaving pretty early. The inside of Roland's home looked as rough and unkempt as the outside. His furniture consisted of a couch and a sort of nest of blankets and furs in the far corner which could be considered some kind of bed. Roland took the wolf corpse into his kitchen and took a knife meant for cutting meat. He began to cut the skin away from the wolf, expertly peeling it away from the muscle and fat tissue all in one sheet before he went to work gutting the beast and storing its innards in a large container to be treated drained or sorted into more useful ways. The smell of wolf blood filled the cabin and John decided that perhaps a walk would do him good as well.

"If you or that other guy wants some of this meat you'll do well to get back before I store it all." Roland grumbled, gesturing with bloody hands.

"Alright, thanks." John smiled and left the cabin, shifting to his full lion form for a quick run. The front door slammed shakily behind him and he galloped off, kicking snow as he went. His mane rippled in the wind as he skidded down the steep hill, tufted tail whipping back and forth to counter balance his massive form. He slowed to a stop when he caught Riley's scent his ears pricked high as he caught fragments of speech. "...was trying to tell you that I imprinted. I was seventeen and I had just imprinted on my best friend, I needed some compassion, some understanding, some advice or something...", He transformed in a blink back to his human form and approached quietly and down wind from where Riley stood in the moonlight. He came to a stop in the shadow of a large tree. Riley's black hair and pale face contrasting sharply with the white sparkling shine of the snow in the moonlight. He'd been talking.

"...I needed some compassion, some understanding, some advice or something, but you didn’t give me any of that. And I could have done a lot worse than imprinting on John. Yeah, that’s right I imprinted on the lion. But we were always told that, when you find a mate, they should be caring, loyal, know you inside-out, and be someone you can’t imagine your life without. John fits all that, he just doesn’t seem to have the same feelings for me.” He stopped talking and just stared at the moonlight making the snow appear to glow.

John realized with a heavy clench over his heart that Riley was speaking to his father. Not only that, he was talking about him. John looked down as realization hit exactly what it was that Riley felt for him. It wasn't just some.....automatic instinct latching on the nearest available mate. It wasn't just some unexplained rush of physical desire. Riley loved him. He had for quite some time. The very same way that John had loved him. Riley was his best friend, but he was more than that. He was his family, his love, the one stripy bastard he felt comfortable enough around to wrestle and groom and tease. The one tiger he knew to the very core. He would go to the ends of the earth for him.

John was a bit startled by this realization. His heartbeat quickened and he felt as if he'd run for miles all the sudden. He leaned his back against the tree he was behind, suddenly very reluctant to go over and tell Riley to come back to the cabin to eat. This is crazy, what the hell. Riley's my best friend.... John slid down to sit curled up at the roots of the tree. He sat there for a moment before finally getting to his feet. He would do what he always did in situations of uncertainty and man the fuck up. He straightened his leather jacket and called out to Riley as if he'd just got there. "Riiiiiii! You want supper? The bear's got some wolf! I call dibs on the heart!"

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"Riiiiiii! You want supper? The bear's got some wolf! I call dibs on the heart!"

The instant he heard his name he knew something was up. There was something off about his voice. He was incredibly hungry, though, so he chalked it up to the hunger messing with him.

“Yeah, that sounds really good actually. I haven’t had a freshly killed meal since I left the tribe.” As the two walked to the cabin Riley still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, like he was hiding something. John was terrible as hiding his emotions, so every time he did it was obvious, at least to Riley. “I bet that bear said something about us being mates again. Probably got him all riled up.” he thought.

They reached the cabin just in time, the bear was just about pack away the meat. True to his word, John went right to heart. What was it with warriors and eating hearts? Even if it did give them the strength of the defeated foe, you defeated him, he obviously wasn’t strong enough to defeat you. Or maybe it was like in a video game and the victim’s hit points added on to your own. They ate pretty quickly because they were incredibly hungry. John didn’t seem to talk much, but Riley did catch him staring at him from time to time. He didn’t recognize the look, though. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t fear or sadness, it almost looked like a combination of confusion and happiness. He wasn’t able to figure it out so he just put it out of his head.

After they were done eating Riley decided to try to get onto the bear’s good side and helped pack up what little was left of the meat. “We have to be up early tomorrow, we should get to bed.” John mentioned as Rolland was getting comfortable on the pile of pelts and blankets. They stood next to each other staring at the couch. Riley wasn’t about to sleep on the floor of this cabin.
“Lie down.” Riley ordered John, who actually obeyed. Then Riley took off his hoody and slipped out of his shoes. He then lied down next to him in a spooning position. “There we go. This is comfy.” He mused as he leaned his head against the arm of the couch and set his watch alarm for an ungodly hour. Then, unexpectedly, John’s free arm wrapped around Riley’s waist. This was sending all kinds of emotions through him, but he couldn’t deny that it felt right. In spite of all his efforts he couldn’t hold back the purr that grumbled in his chest as he fell asleep in this little moment of bliss. His sleep was deep and recuperative. He felt so perfect in this that he didn’t even remember dreaming.

He woke about twenty minutes before his alarm went off. He realized instantly by the tightness of his tank top that he had shifted in his sleep to his were-cat form, which he found a little bit odd because he would normally remember what ever dreams triggered the shift. He then felt the wet sand-papery feel of a lion’s tongue rolling up the back of his neck against the grain of his fur. A wave of goose bumps rippled down his arms. John was grooming him! It had been so long since he had been groomed by anyone other than himself. To an outsider it would look a little odd or pervy, but within the world of cats, this was completely normal. However, normal or not, Riley couldn’t help but enjoy this situation. He just closed his eyes, maintaining the illusion that he was still sleeping, and allowed John to go about what he was doing all the while enjoying the light moist scratchy noise his tongue made with every lick. His alarm went off far too soon for his taste. When it did he shifted to human form, which didn’t seem to prevent John from his grooming. He laughed a little bit as he turned the alarm off. “Hey knock it off, that tickles” He said as he struggled to get out of John’s powerful were-lion arms holding tightly to him while he intently finished the grooming. “Sheesh you don’t wanna wake up Smokey over there. Quit playin’ around, we need to be outta here by dawn, remember?”

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John.....had not expected this. He exhaled softly as Riley nestled up against him. His body right against his, his scent flooding John's senses. Oh please......please please please don't let me get a boner. That is all I'm asking. He was vibrantly aware of every curve to Riley's body and the low rumbling that started in his chest. He smiled softly and slid his arm around Riley, for the moment giving in to the complete comfort he felt with him right there. Nightmares where not a problem that night, whatever dreams he had where either strange or pleasant. He hadn't been completely awake when Riley stirred and was drowsily licking and nipping at the tuft of fur on the back of his neck, head and even his ears and even continued to do so when Riley shifted back to human.

“Hey knock it off, that tickles” He said as he struggled to get out of John’s powerful were-lion arms holding tightly to him while he intently finished the grooming. John was awake now, still sleepy. He pressed his muzzle against the spot he'd been grooming, and, not satisfied with the saturation of his scent, continued on licking. He was pretty much on autopilot with his instincts, desiring to mark him as one of his own. His body was far more sure of his feelings than his brain was. "You haven't been groomed in so long. Stop moving, it's good for your fur." The struggling however had begun to trigger another instinct in him. The instinct to play. He bit down on Riley's neck, gently, His ears flicking forward. He made an odd groaning sound in his chest. He then turned into his human form, deciding to try a new game. A game of chase the tail. He licked Riley's ear with his soft human tongue before sitting up and stretching leisurely. "Alright, if we must. Let's get out of here. But first....a quick change. I've been in this outfit for two days."

Without warning he stripped out of his shirt and stood to undo his belt and strip out of his jeans as well. John had always been one to keep close watch on his body's condition, training it to the best of his ability whilst not allowing him to miss the finer things in life. he was shapely, his body moved fluidly with each muscle flexing with every gesture and movement he made as he took up the bag of morning clothes. He was in his boxers in no time and with no apparent concern for what he showed. His form seemed to change gradually as he went about his business. Such things happened as easily as breathing for their kind and if they didn't pay attention they usually found themselves in transition 90% of the time. Long sand colored fur sprouted down his back and down the crease between his pectoral muscles. He had some new scars. Scars won during challenges and fights among the male tigers. He wore them proudly, even the very smallest. One scar went across his side from the back of his rib cage down to the start of his V. Clearly visible over his low hanging boxers. John quickly pulled up a new pair of jeans, cleaner and a little closer fitting, not to say they where right against his skin, more like the straight cut jeans. A quick glance was all it took to realize that something had gotten him excited somehow as he swiftly stuffed the beginnings of a tent away. It could very well have just been a dream though...right? Your regular morning wood. John yanked on a rather plain grey shirt and his usual leather jacket then flashed Riley a smile. "You ready or what?"

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Lapin trudged on through the snow, his body ached with the cold. Each step sent a jolt a pain through his old bones.
His hand was all but frozen around the pistol and flashlight. It had been a long time since he had been left out in the cold like this.
His body reminded him that he was getting old. A gust of wind swept through his clothing , causing him to pause for a moment in pain. Cold and tired... that's all he felt at this moment. Rest a moment...yes just a moment..
He found a tree and leaned against it, some distant part of his mind warned him about something but he couldn't be bothered to listen to it for the moment... Rest was so close at hand.

The flashlight he was carrying slipped out of his hand and hit his shoe, stiring the old man after a moment.
He cursed him self, he bent over reaching for the flashlight, the cold stinging his fingers ans he clutched the frozen tube of metal.
He had almost made the biggest mistake someone could when dealing with the cold.

'Never stop moving..' He pushed him self forward through the woods again. He'd be to his shelter soon...

He finally reached the base of the mountain. It took him a few moments to find his shelter in the darkness.
The shelter was a woven dome of pine branches that was insulated with ferns and pine needles then covered in packed snow.
He moved the makeshift door he had made from a slab of bark and crawled into the little shelter. Once he was comfortable to a degree he packed the door shut with snow then backed it with his backpack.

It was dark in the shelter, the cold was still stuck in his bones but it wasn't nearly as bad. All in all 4 or 5 inches of pine needles made a great mattress, but his old bones needed something else besides him self for warmth. He produces a little propane lantern from his backpack and turned it on, it wasn't much more than a faint dim so the shelter would block out any light.
The little lantern produced enough heat for him to warm his fingers and find his flask.
He laid there for while, just taking small sips from it, the alcohol raced the feeling of warmth through his old bones.
His mind recapped the days events in no real order, it was a day like any other for the most part. He hadn't gotten any real information , a few tracks, some paths that suggested a large animal and the fox girl... if anything her trail might lead him somewhere if she didn't die in the cold tonight.

He flexed his fingers to see if they were still working, seeing that the chill had gone from them mostly he turned off the little lantern and curled against himself in the darkness. His back contested the bedding but he didn't pay it much mind, soon enough the combination of whisky and the quiet sounds of the wood luled him to sleep. It was a peaceful sleep for the most part.

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“What the hell is going on with him?!” His inner voice was screaming. “Did he hit his head? It’s hard enough to accept that he doesn’t see me as anything but a brother at best, does he have to strip in front of me? He knows I imprinted, but does he understand what that means? I ONLY see him, and Goddamnit look at what he’s showing me. No, don’t think that way, he wouldn’t do something like that on purpose. I’m sure it’s all innocent. I did the same thing the other day without realizing it, though I wasn’t trying to smuggle a banana in my boxers. NO Riley, that’s a normal thing in the morning, look down.” His thoughts raced in his head as he watched John change and tried to discreetly adjust his own morning situation in his baggy jeans. John finished changing.

“You ready or what?”

“You have no idea how ready I am.” His dirty inner thoughts spoke in a sultry growl.

“Yeah, let’s get outta here, before we get a lecture about fire safety. “

They grabbed the few things John had brought in earlier and walked out as quietly as possible.

“And you’re one hell of a liar. The enforcers have no say in fishing rights, yeah you could let him onto the land, but the alpha hunter has the final say in fishing rights. You’re gonna have to do some sucking up to fill that bargain.” He laughed as they got into the car. Riley would have offered to drive the second leg of the trip, but he knew that John never let anyone drive his car, it was the closest thing he had to a mate, and Riley didn’t know which boundary lines had changed even if he were allowed to drive.

Along the trip Riley made it a point to stay awake this time, mainly because he was still trying to figure out what was off about John. He was in a much more chipper mood than he was last night but he still wasn’t quite himself. Something was different about his smile; it wasn’t as playful as it usually was, there was something more to it. He was hiding something behind his grin and it was driving Riley crazy not knowing what it was. And it wasn’t just the grin. While they were just making small talk like they always did, he noticed that John seemed to be listening more intently than he ever did when it came to small talk.

He knew that all his own over-observation was probably making himself come across as acting weird too, but he had the excuse of finding John irresistible and he wasn’t afraid to use that as an excuse if he were called out on his staring. He wished that this wasn’t so damn complicated, sure he understood the whole imprinting thing, but what was with the obsession? Was it more than imprinting? “Are you dense?” his inner thoughts scolded. “Did you not listen to your own words? Someone loyal, someone caring, someone who knows you inside-out, someone you can’t imagine your life without. What the hell does that sound like to you? Because, to me, it sounds like that’s the kind of person you wanna be with even if you didn’t imprint. That sounds like love. You love him and you know it, otherwise I wouldn’t be telling you.”

Now he was sure he looked crazy; talking to himself in his head, suddenly realizing what he felt was love. “Shit!” He thought as he turned to look out the window so John didn’t see how crazy he was looking right now. “This is gonna make it worse. I didn’t just imprint on the guy, I fell in love with him and didn’t even realize it. How am I gonna manage this? If I can’t get back into the tribe, how will I be able to see John again? Does John even want to be with a guy, he didn’t seem to prefer anyone? What if he wanted to be with his own kind, could I handle giving him up? Hell, who am I kidding, I’d find a tribe for him if it’d make him happy, as long as he still called me friend. Hmm, maybe I can get his feelings out of him without him realizing what I’m doing.” A sly grin crept across his face. He turned to John.

“Hey, John, yesterday when Smokey called me your mate, I noticed you didn’t argue or correct him at all. Not that I’m complaining, but do you mind if I ask why?”

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Goddammit! John cursed in his thoughts as he followed Riley out to the car, digging his keys from his pocket he unlocked it, carefully adjusting himself before coming up around the car. The hell has gotten into you John? You've never teased him like this before its a wonder he's not taking you right there in Bear city. A boner???

I was....just seeing if I could do it. I've never even thought towards a guy like that. I don't want to just jump into it. Besides I.....really didn't expect it to happen it just.....did...... John glanced out the window as he started the car, shifting in his seat as the edges of his ears turned pink at the thought of what happened in there. A mixture of morning 'alertness' plus his brain had been buzzing all night with Riley right there against him. He hadn't been grooming Spikes for comfort and cleanliness. It was namely to relieve the tension he was starting to feel. Yet oddly enough John wanted more of it. His thoughts however where broken by Riley's question.

“Hey, John, yesterday when Smokey called me your mate, I noticed you didn’t argue or correct him at all. Not that I’m complaining, but do you mind if I ask why?”

John looked over at Rily for a moment and shrugged. "I was more focused on getting us in I guess."

That's right....He did call Riley his mate. John wondered what had given him that idea then he remembered walking in and catching Riley rolling happily in the scent of his car. Riley was caked in John scent even more now since the treatment John gave him this morning. Rubbing his facial scent glands all over Riley's fur like a happy cat. Only thing John hadn't done yet was mate him and declare him as his own with a defiant and challenging roar.

It wasn't till then that a colder tone came to John's mind. Is this really such a good idea John? I mean think about what you're doing first. You are the head enforcer for the tiger tribe, you are their highest sort of hope that they won't get shot in their homes and worn as clothing. Do you really need to be banished as a gay? Tone it the fuck down when you get in their or it's your ass they're going to drag off at the end of a chain along side your precious Riley.

The thought pierced through his giddy, playful mood but John tightened his grip on the wheel. You have not been paying attention, have you. This isn't some fleeting feeling, some pestering ounce of lust. Riley has been seated at the center of my heart for YEARS. He's BEEN there. He's owned it for a long time. Sure in the beginning he was my little brother, but then he became my best friend the one I went to with all my problems with all my uncertainties. Riley's been the driving force in me the past few years as well as every ounce of my free time was spent trying to find him. I'm not letting him go again. If he's re-banished I'm going to be banished with him.

John became quiet after a while as his thoughts dampened his mood. It seemed his newfound feelings for Riley where causing a storm in his mind and he probably came off as bipolar after the long hours being next to him. One moment talking, teasing, poking fun the next sullen and quiet. They stopped briefly at a diner nestled in the woods with it's own gas station and ate then refueled before John finally said something.

"Hey......Riley? Can I ask you something?" He pumped the last few drops of gas, giving it a light shake to avoid having the fluid drip on his car then put the cap and cover back on. "How'd you know? You where gay....I mean....the first time, before the imprinting happened." He asked, carefully, avoiding Riley's eyes knowing for a fact he would pull the information straight from his brain. He had a habit of doing that with ease. Instead he focused on putting the nozzle back and getting himself back into the car.





Meanwhile back at Roland's cabin. Roland was preparing for his trek up the mountain for the winter. It was about that time and his body was ready for it. He gathered a bunch of meats which he would eat raw from his resting place until completely full to bursting and unable to move. Then he would sleep for entire months. He first cleaned his cabin, scrubbing his cutting table with bleach and disposing of the innards left from his meals in a ditch at the edge of his territory. He neatened up his home, folding up furs and piling them onto his nest, then pulling a tarp over his truck. When everything was set he turned bear and lumbered off, glad so see that the two felines had left long before then.

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Sable eyes edged over the surface of the water as the full moon illuminated them. While Zola glided effortlessly and silently across the moon shimmering lake, the thrashing ruckus and roars of the bears could continue to be heard. "Note to self Bear Territory is not friendly. I swear I have never been so waterlogged in all my life!"

Zola spent the last three days playing hide and seek with the bears. Her only saving grace, in this territory, was the network of waterways, the perfect places to lose her scent. By the second day, Zola could smell other scents in the forest that were not foreign to her, but were so faint that she could not entirely make them out. Not only were there these disturbing scents but also a 7 ft. tall brown bear, with fearsome and wild eyes that kept tracking her. "I thought that these damn bears would all be hibernating by now, " Zola said with an overwhelming exasperation.

Muscles tensed up as her swim went from an effortless glide to a strained paddle. "Shadows of the shoreline seem a ways," as her head bobbed up and down in the water. To trick her aching body into keep going Zola forced her mind to concentrate on the clues of the last few weeks. These clues are what lead her here, and hopefully to the hunter that killed her family.

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(several weeks earlier)

It was late at night or early in the morning, depending on how you wish to define it, nevertheless it was a sleepless event for Zola. She had reached a dead-end on her missions and her mind was spinning with what she should do next. Zola was discouraged and thought a few beers would take the edge off her disappointment. She slipped on her black fleece jacket and left her Bed and Breakfast quietly as not to disturb the innkeeper.

Down the street was a small convenient store, that Zola frequent often, tonight she could hear the sickly puttering and grinding of a some vehicle trying to stop. " I bet that is some redneck's pickup." She said, quickening her pace to find out if she was right. As she rounded the corner she saw a scruffy backwoods guy and a woman collide, obviously they were not friends.

"Hey! Lady I was just making sure you're ok!" The redneck blurted.

"You get away from me!" She snapped and ran to her car.

The redneck walked slowly into the store. As Zola walked by his truck she noticed a tuft of wiry brown fur on the tailgate. She looked both ways and picked the tuft off the beat up old truck and sniffed deeply. " Oh, a Therian, bear perhaps? " Interesting.

Jingling the keys in her hand Zola open the door to the bar. The room was still laden with smoke from the barflies and the lights were on in the back office. The bar had become a haven for Zola since she first came to towne. The owner, Jerry was a kind older man, with this handlebar mustache that made her giggle. One late night while they were chatting he mentioned that he was having trouble balancing his books. Zola volunteered to look at them since numbers were easy for her. From that point on, she has been his bookkeeper. Jerry knew that Zola was not going to stay around long, but he enjoyed her company and she reminded him of his own daughter.

“Hey Jerry, are you back there?" As she made her way to the back office she picked up a tipped over chair and took a wet towel off the bar. “I don't know why he puts up with the assholes that come in here,” stepping around some broken glass.

“Why are you here pretty lady?” Jerry wearily replied.

“I couldn't sleep and have one page left on the ledger to finish and a dark beer that is calling my name. Do you want to join me? ”

“No, darling I am going to clean for a bit.” sweeping the broken glass.

Reaching behind the bar Zola grabbed a dark beer. “Are you flirting with me Jerry?” smiling and winking at him.

“What if I am?” Jerry looked up sheepishly

“Then I would be flattered. I will be in the back office if you want me." Nodding towards the backroom.

Not long, after Zola got settled with her ledger and beer then she heard a knock on the bar door. Wondering who could be here so late she got up to investigate and as she was making her way down the dark hall ran into Jerry.

“Kind of late for some company, don't you think? ” Zola said

“Oh, that is my friend Riley, you know the guy I told you I wanted to set you up with. Anyways his brother is here visiting and they are catching up.” Jerry tiredly remarked. “I am going home, my bed is calling my name. Don't you dare clean the bar while I'm gone! You know honey you should go home to, the guys will lock up the place." With that Jerry left out the backdoor. Zola followed him and bolted the door after he left.

Zola went back to the rear office, with the intent on working some more, but her curiosity got the best of her. “I wonder what that Riley guy looks like.” It has been a long time since....let's simply say it has been a long time.

Tiptoeing down the dim hallway Zola felt like a silly teenager, but she just couldn’t help herself. When she got to the end of the hall, she made sure to stay in the shadows. “Aw he is cute, I love his voice.” Zola started stepping backwards when her ears perked up.

The bigger guy said. “There's been a hunter outside our territory just......circling, and he's a damned good one. I can't get a fix on him, even our best tracker can't get a fix on him. It's pulling our tribe apart....and it's...." He paused a moment, looking away. "It's killed your dad."

Gasping, Zola had to put her hand over her mouth. She slid back into the wall then continued to back towards the back office, it seemed like the right thing to do, since Zola could tell it was a lot for Riley to take in. Turning the lights off she left out the backdoor silently. Her head was spinning. “There is a hunter nearby...finally a hunter! ”

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Zola's breath was labored, her limbs cramping with each stroke, she was unable to concentrate on the clues anymore.....survival mode had taken over her senses. She had no recollection of how she got underwater, but there she was, fighting to reach the surface, heart pounding, chest on fire. Zola screamed realizing, all too late, that she breathed in water, the mortal part of her wanted to panic while her cat instincts told her to stay calm. She fought the urge to struggle and allowed herself to sink. She felt weightless, and there came this euphoric inner peace that wrapped around her. Her chest felt like it was about to burst. "I am going to die tonight..."
Just then, her front paws caught some solid footing. She waited, what seemed a lifetime, to sink down to the rocky bottom and then pushed up with all her strength launching herself towards the surface. Her feet were now firmly planted on solid ground. Zola dragged herself to the shore, coughing and spewing water in between gasp of air. Exhausted from her fight with the lake, she knew she could not drag herself to the safety of the trees, so she belly crawled to some underbrush. Slowly the fog of sleep engulfed her senses. There she remembered. " I know who those scents belong to....I know who those......I know who.....I know" she was out like a light.

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Roland trudged through the snow on all fours, his massive snout practically buried in the cold. He was huge now his bulky form swollen with fat and thick brown fur. I should be asleep by now. One more sweep. Something had kept him from tucking in for hibernation a faint gust of wind from the direction of the river that carried the traces...no a trace of a trace of a foreign scent. He needed to make sure. So there he was patrolling his territory once again marking it every once in a while with a stream of hot yellow piss against an oak or on a fallen log. He kept loosing her. He'd learned it was a female he was tracking some sort of feline he didn't see very often in the area. It had that distinct sharp bitterness to it. Felines. He'd had it with them all, marching through his territory as if it where some kind of thoroughfare. He was going to kill this one and keep its corpse in the cave with him. It's blood will serve as a warning to the rest. No more trespassing. He'd never had feline before, other than the dumb mountain lions that wandered in from higher up the mountain. Roland stopped at the edge of the tree line, inches from the bank of the river at the edge of his territory. He raised his snout to the night sky and huffed, expelling a large puff of hot breath vapor. Nothing. Roland then decided to walk along the bank, meandering sleepily as his body willed himself to rest for the winter. Then he spotted it, a dark blot at the very edge of the foliage, he'd almost stepped on it before he saw it, a spotted tail partially curled along a sodden body. He prodded the figure with his massive paw. She looked dead. He nipped at the skin at the nape of her neck and gathered enough in his jaws to pull her out where he could see. This was the one the scent was familiar, she was a were-feline of some sort. The feline he'd been tracking. He lowered his head and grunted then let out a baleful moan, nudging her with the bridge of his dark nose. No motion. His kindness overruled his logic, clearly she'd exhausted herself somehow and he couldn't just let her die here. He lifted her with surprising ease, carrying her like a cub by clamping his jaws around the loose flesh of her neck. He placed her at the edge of the river careful to keep her head out of it and rinsed off the mud, checking her for wounds. It seemed she was merely exhausted and hypothermic. He carried her back up the mountain, this time gathering her in his forepaws, allowing her to warm up in his thick fur and ample fat. It was an odd sight to behold. A massive brown bear carrying a marozi up a mountain but he did it anyways. Getting back into his cave was tricky, as the cave he chose was just large enough for him to fit in at his full winter size, curled up. The size was meant to help keep the cold out. Regardless He managed to pull Zola in by curling up around her cold wet body, his back pressed against the stone back of the cave. She would be safe there for now, no beast dares to pester a bear in hibernation save for a hunter, however...getting out would be another small challenge for her as he was likely to sleep all winter from then on.





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John slept fitfully that night comfortable and content despite the light sheen of sweat and other bodily fluids that dried and cooled over their bodies. The exhaustion that came after that night's activities was simply so complete that he didn't remember what it was he dreamt about the next morning. The next morning he lay there for a moment with Riley in his arms, his mind mulling over the things they'd done, the fun they'd had, replaying the bit where Riley'd pushed him back into the bed. His breathing became slightly more heavy and suddenly John couldn't lay there anymore. He needed a shower.....he needed a few minutes to himself. He slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Riley and grabbed a towel he could use to cover himself and later use to dry himself with. The bathroom was down the hall, John poked his head out, and hearing Mrs. Morgan hum down stairs, went off to the bathroom. He turned on the water to scalding heat and waited for the temperature to rise. He stared at himself in the mirror. His chin stubble had grown and spread up his jawline and begun on his upper lip. The unkempt beginings of a beard made the scowl he'd made stronger. He hadn't realized he'd been frowning and upon noticing it willed himself to change partway, his brow furrowing over sharp pale green eyes, the bridge of his nose widening, his wild sandy hair lengthening and thickening. He growled at himself, then chuckled, unsure what his deal was that morning. He cast aside the towel and stepped under the hot shower. He closed his eyes, his ears turned back against his partway-mane as water cascaded down his head and over his shoulders. Again his mind drifted to last night and he grasped himself in the memory of it, momentarily allowing himself to embrace the pleasures he'd felt.

He stopped as quick as he'd started and just stood there for a moment, breathing heavily before swiftly turning the temperature on the water as cold as it would go. He growled and punched the tile beneath the spigot causing the water to stop on him for a second and a bit of the tile to chip off. He yelped and held his hand. "Ow....dammit....." He shifted a few times to heal the minor fracture and flexed his hand. He clenched his teeth and willed himself to calm down. He scrubbed himself down, fur and skin, washing gingerly his ass which was still sore, but not in such a way he couldn't manage. "What next, Riley you going to mark me too?" He sighed. Then tried not to think of how he might actually like that. This wasn't how he'd imagined things going.

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The crackle of the blazing fire formed shadows of dancing naked ladies across the walls. Zola was bundled in a plush fur blanket that slowly slipped off her shoulders, revealing her ample cleavage. Dotting red lip balm on her pouty lower lip, Zola impatiently awaited his return. She deeply breathed in his lingering scent, a mixture of cedar, musk and evergreen. She yearned for his lips, caressing hers, teasing her, taunting her, till her body ache with anticipation. “Sighing deeply. He is so damn sexy. I love his muscular body and the way he winks at me. Damn him, can't he hurry up?” As Zola repositions herself again, the fur lightly brushes her nipples slowly arousing them. Zola arches her back and lets herself enjoy the sensations. Closing her eyes, her body warming with erotic and sexual arousal, she lays across the blankets....waiting.

Confused, Zola raised her head in the pitched-dark cave, ”where am I?” and collapses, snuggling back into the strong warm body of the bear.

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Her eyes fluttered and strained to open as she traced her parched lips with her dry tongue. Struggling to wake, she had flashbacks of the full moon shimmering on the lake, her exhaustion, water enveloping her body, and how she pulled herself on the shore. Trying to focus....,"Damn it, what is next, what is next!" She closed her eyes again to attempt to think. " I was shivering and more tired than I have ever been in my life. I could not climb to safety of the trees, so I hid myself under some bushes. I could tell my body was starting to shut down, when firm warm arms lifted me up and cradled me against their warmth.

Zola had focused so much on what happened to her that she neglected to focus on what was happening to her now. The eerie darkness that possessed an "old, wet hound dog that rolled around in a pig pen” stench....the bristly fur arm over her middle.....the shallow breathing that was slightly moving her hair. She should have panicked, but realized that whatever was wrapped around her, saved her from dying.

Zola didn't realize the danger that she was in, nor did she give a shit, because her instincts had kicked in and she was famished and had to micturate so badly she thought she would burst.

Slowly she lifted the heavy, muscular arm from across her middle, and with a quick roll (that took all of her energy) she was free. The enormous animal shifted and snorted, but finally settled back to their slumber. As she began to back away, she couldn't help but take a closer glimpse of this animal that saved her. With her stealthy walk, she approached and squinted. “ OH CRAP, IT IS A BEAR” she screamed in her head. She backed away quickly and tripped over the bear's legs and then bumped her head on the cave ceiling and knocked herself out.