Seek the Forests

Your wild instincts lead you onto a wild hunt through the woods. Your saliva runs down your chin with ecstatic anticipation. Your black fur ripples sensually in the night's breeze as velvet darkness envelopes you in a loving embrace. The woods, although filled with loose foliage and steep underbrush, sounds not a single protest to your rapid progression through the forest. Your lupine legs propel you endlessly through the calm tranquility of the groves and clearings scattered around your home.

Suddenly, a familiar scent stays your feet. The smell of a bitch in heat. Your head snaps to the right, the East, and you stalk through a dense collection of trees. A trickling noise signals the inevitable discovery of a stream or watering hole, and your tongue lolls out of your mouth in anticipation of finding a woman bathing herself in the cold of the water. You come upon a slight clearing, where a red-haired woman is too deep in her ministrations to notice your approach. Her gorgeous body is illumed by gentle moonlight and reflection off of the lake she lays near.