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[b]She kissed and hugged him, and he returned them twice fold.[/b]

Silverfang, the big blue wolf, padded along the trail with his precious lass tucked close against him. When she thought to hug his foreleg and kiss his face,  his tongue curled under her arm and drew it into his jowls enveloping hold. A gentle, familiar hunger stirred between their warm bodies, just part of the way he adored her, kept at bay by the lazy drip of affectionate drool and the rumble of his contentment.

He took a taste now and then, a playful brush of teeth or tongue, just enough to tide him over during their walk. They were always like this, really. Sanima never quite knew whether today would be a simple outing or one of those days she’d end up carried home in the big wolf’s belly, safe and snug until he let her out again.

It was a rhythm they’d fallen into long ago. The same way Holly laughed about it whenever she took Wolfy to the dog park, how some wolves just had a way of “collecting” the ones they loved.

[b]Characters:[/b] "Silverfang":https://www.furaffinity.net/user/silverfang, "Sanima":https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sanima88
[b]Species:[/b] Wolf
[b]Themes:[/b] soft vore, intimacy, creature comfort, warm wet energy
[b]Series:[/b] Commission
[b]Tools:[/b] ClipStudio Pro (CSP)
[b]Alt text:[/b] A wolf holds his mate close, warm lighting, soft expression