Schoolhouse.

“I bet nobody is in the schoolhouse right now”.

Emilia looks at you with unbridled joy, as if entranced by the possibility of a private place to make love.

The two of you make another check to see if everything has been gathered before you begin the walk to the schoolhouse a mere ten minutes away.

You cannot help but feel immensely excited. Due to the ideals of the majority wolves in your village, the North American wolves, you have never been so close to.. this. Emilia obviously feels the same way, as the scent of thick arousal sticks to the two of you the whole way.

When you arrive.. it turns out you made the right choice. Nobody is here, and the doors are unlocked.

The inside of the schoolhouse is something you know very well. You spent the last 13 years learning in this room, with the same teacher for every single class. Emilia did too.

You only turn on one light at the back of the schoolhouse so as not to arouse suspicion, and finally sit down on the floor with Emilia. She looks at you expectantly.