axess9

My first memories are seeing a white shewolf, ever since I could remember she fed me and cared for me. I was a bit of an outcast in the pack, shunned by all but her. Through the years she taught me how to hunt and fight, when I was the prime age of eleven I became the best hunter of the pack and all of our nearby packs. I had a great tragedy when my “mother” died. I would just sit there for hours in the cave doing nothing but sulking. When our pack was attacked by the local farmer I took up arms and attacked and killed the farmer. With this victory I became the pack leader and had got us months of food. Finally when I was sixteen I strayed to the forest edge near the local village, that is when I saw her, she was gorgeous, she had deep blue eyes, long wavy blond hair she had nothing less then a flawless complication, she had perfectly sized breasts and curvy hips, her legs were beautifully shaped, her legs seemed to go up and up. Then in those mere moments I began to realize. WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH THESE ANIMALS WHEN I COULD BE WITH PEOPLE LIKE THAT!