A chance meeting chapter 3
The third chapter in the story of Alanna and Ben.
Chapter 3
As Ben made his way inside he realized he walked slower and quieter then he should, having added some ground valerian root to the stew while she was in the bath to make sure she would sleep a deep and resting slumber he knew she would not easily wake up.
Making his way into the room where the couple slept he hopped on the bed, she was curled protectively around her pup, her tail obscuring him from view.
Ben moved closer to her, sitting down behind her and looking over her side at the pup, still latched on and sleeping peacefully, occasionally he would drink a bit and the raccoon was more than pleased to see that she produced enough milk for him, a few drips running down the little one's chin, then he started what he planned to do when he made his way inside.
Gently he padded her down, caressed through her fur to inspect for injuries or scars to get an idea of what her life to this point had been like, starting at her head, her ears her neck, in her neck he found an old bite wound that made his very sad, it was on the back of her neck most likely to hold her in place for some reason. He made his way to her shoulder and flank.
As the pup stirred slightly he looked again, she was laying on her right side and naturally the pup was latched on to one of her right breasts, leaving the left exposed to him, Ben canted his head slightly as he smelled the aroma of the milk from the pups chin and her breasts and unconsciously leaned closer, before he realized what happened his own lips found a free nipple and tenderly sucked. Surprised by the large amount of milk that squirted in his muzzle, he gulped it down and got yet another surprise. The milk was soft, creamy a little fatty and very filling. This, of course, made him very happy while he nestled himself next to the pup and drank a bit more, his mouth was shaped differently and his motions less needy and more loving and his ears perked up as he heard the wolf release a very soft moaning sound. Letting go of the nipple he looked at her face, she seemed to be smiling and wincing at the same time. Then her scent hit him, it hit him hard enough to make him shiver, slowly his eyes trailed down her flank and saw her tail lifted away and up her back, slowly flagging her scent while she slept. This could not be, no wolf could be in heat so shortly after her litter, nature was sometimes unforgiving and cruel, but this poor wolf was dealt an exceptionally bad hand. Carefully he caressed her tail and moved it back between her legs. Then slid off the bed and moved away. He had many, many questions for her when she would get up.