Hunting Companion - A Story Featuring ConorHyena
sakara placed a paw on the hyena's shoulder. "it's fine, he'll still get to see it." sakara reassured his friend. conor sighed, letting go of the hide roll and letting sakara unravel it.
Bear Den
sakara took a step forward. kuveli yelped, wrapping himself around sakara's tail. "no, that's stupid!" kuveli's voice was muffled by the tail. sakara spun around, an eyebrow raised at kuveli. "have you got a better idea?"
A Funeral For A Horse
She obliged, pressing against sakara and clutching his arm tightly. as awkward as her grasp made it, sakara managed to gently lower the totem until the two skulls hovered inches above the horse's remains. sakara bowed his head, closing his eyes.
Thursday Prompt - Aisle Twenty
The bear ignored him, still coming for sakara, roaring and frothing as the bullet ground against its very bones. sakara shook his head, he couldn't fuck this up. steady, steady...
Lakeside Leisure
sakara knew they would, without a doubt. sakara acquiesced after a few more moments, giving up blissful memories as he pried the scent away from his nose.
The Hunt
Everyone shared a nervous look: tikeri to sakara, sakara to conor, and kuvähä to valkantaa. at last, the two groups went their separate ways.
Practice Makes Perfect
He glanced at sakara again, but his brother was too focused for his expression to let any hints slip. "on three, little bud!" yapped sakara excitedly, hoping to encourage his little brother.
Festive Preparations
Next, sakara lifted his footpaw up and let kuveli remove the ragged beaverskin boot.
"Solving" - Thursday Prompt 20/04/23
Even after being as stubborn as he was today, and though it was his own name day, sakara still cared. silently, kuveli took sakara's paw and they both began the walk back to camp.
SAKARA'S STORY PREVIEW
My first ever furry story, a preview of chap. 1 sakara was your usual dragoness. pretty and intelligent. however, she held a secret that would lead her to happiness...
Who's Cackling Now?
Story features my characters: sakara and kuveli, and my friend conorhyena's: conor. who's cackling now? by owen a. fox it was mid-spring, a stream trickled through a deep, muddy trench left by the season's meltwaters.
The Slave's Tail Part 1
The sounds of the chambers were loud and agonizing. The slaves sat in cages or were at the wall, chained up, daring not to sit at risk of losing limbs. Screams could plainly be heard. Pain surged through some slaves upon hearing them, the slavers just...