A Close Port of Call
I refuse to be caught in the wilderness barepawed." he grinned, showing his fangs, and mark remembered the razor claws in those big paws. tef was hardly weaponless, even without the knife.
Chapter 4: Where no Mortal Has Gone
**Where no Mortal has Gone** Copyright (c) FarmWolf's player _I never thought I would ever be furclad in space_, Felix said to himself, then amended, _I never thought I'd be furclad while actually floating in the void_. As he floated, he recalled...
Collar 15 -- Answers
A great number of my parishioners came up to me after the service to congratulate me on my decision. All held the opinion that Fletcher looked to be a fine pup, that I'd be a good sire for him, and when would they get a chance to see him "for real"...
Spirit Bound: Chapter 123
**Chapter 123: Field Trips** Nathanial stepped onto the blasted rocks of the Elemental Plane of Darkness and used his ESP to look around. It was as bare and empty as usual, other than fifteen members of his pack. In his arms, the Mastiff Grimoire...
Aurora Goes to Olympus
Liam knew he was dreaming. He knew it before he saw Aurora Sitka walking up a mountain path. She usually wore at least a knife belt and shoulder strap, but now she was completely furclad. As she neared the top of the mountain, she stopped and raised a...
Collar 9 -- Faith
The next few weeks were a study in contrasts, from frustration and relief (careful where you go with that) to hectic and calm. I announced my guardianship at both Sunday masses, receiving a positive response from the vast majority of the congregation....
Collar 16 -- The End of Summer
A routine can be comforting, as long as one doesn't let it suck out the joy of spontaneity, surprise, and the occasional dedication of some time for just plain goofing-off. Fletcher had already helped me immensely by encouraging our checking in with...