With the fur covers thrown off, your adoptive father's large nude body was fully revealed. Slowly sitting up he began to stretch his grey furred back, the toned joints unwind, he then threw his massive arms over his head and unintentionally flexed his huge biceps. Blinking his golden eyes your father warmly smiled as he grabbed his huge and firm white furred pecs.
"I must say Zve, i thought i be the one waking you. After placing you in my chest you immediately were resting!", the huge wolf chuckled as he pulled his pecs apart to relieve the pressure of his buff beasts.
You had been the sole survivor of the human clan in the north. During the nefarious winter period you clan attempted to travel south in hopes of reuniting with their brethren. Despite being a youngling at the time, you could remember seeing the group get smaller and your parents growing weaker as they gave you most of their food. Help came too late as your father's clan the Alphas came across the few left of your clan. Despite giving aid both your parents passed and you were the sole human.
Despite being a human, the pack immediately brought you in. Winter was no longer a issue as the beautiful fur of the giant buff warriors kept you warm. You were soon fostered by the next chief Wolfren, treating you as his kin and teaching you of the pack's traditions and meanings. Even upon growing up you still felt close and grateful to have such a blessing from the spirits.
"Zve, little one?", your father's booming voice brought you out of the flashback. His clawed furry fingers reach in between his pecs, you were gently plucked up and pulled out of the furry canyon. Wolfren looked concerned as he placed you on his large palm and brought you before his bright eyes. "My son i was asking about your dreams, are you well? You usually are so lively in the morning."
You clasped your hands, feeling guilty for not paying attention. "I apologize father, i was just....reminiscing on the past. I know by now all members of the pack at 19 would be warriors, and i unfortunately can not fill that tradition for you."
Suddenly the whole space seem to shift as Wolfren stood up, his large pawpads stomping into the earth. The wolf had a look of shock and anger on his face. You dipped your head, of course you father would feel as ashamed as you did.
"Zve why in the spirits would you think that!?", Wolfren's deep voice boomed as he brought you to his massive chest. "Do you think I'm that vile that i have that shame for you? You are my son and you being a human does not change that, our pack does not treat our kin as such."
You widened your eyes as your father looked down at you with saddened eyes. "Please tell me, have i made you feel that way?", you shook your head furiously. "No father! None of this is because of you, I'm very grateful to be your son. I just feel shameful that i cannot be like the others!"
Wolfren suddenly tilted his palm, the soft furred flesh pressed you to his firm pec. The chief gently held you as he stood towering high. "My son, you do not need to feel this way. I Iove you now and will always, know that you are resilient and were made my son by fate."
You smiled as your father comforted you, his warm palm and heartbeat calming you. Wolfren smiled as well as he looked down, he kept you in his giant embrace for a little longer before pulling away. "Now then, i believe i shouldn't keep our pack waiting. I'll gather my supplies and we will go."
Nodding, your father set you down on the pile of furs. You looked up in awe as from your father's mighty stompers was his toned legs and large thighs. His white furred manhood rested on his rock sized. balls, despite being limp it was still a good 8 inches. You briefly saw his eight chiseled abs before he stepped over the pile, his balls bounced as you now looked up at his huge round rear. Despite being muscle the large cheeks bounced and grinded together with his steps.
Your father's tail swished above his humongous ass, he hummed as he grabbed a small sewn together loincloth. Pulling it up his thick thighs, Wolfren did need to use his paws to manoeuvred the clothing to contain his manhood. His butt was practically uncovered as a thin piece of the fabric ran between his cheeks. Next, Wolfren wrapped his leather waist strap around his wide torso and began attaching his hunting materials. His sacred blade, laid on his hip and the red fabric dyed with his his clan's blood was wrapped around his pulsing buff arm.
You took a breath, the hunts were rather intense. Anywhere on your father's large body was a resting spot for you and you could feel his intensity in his focus.
Wolfren placed a hand on his chest, giving a prayer to the spirits, his father, and ancestors. He asked for survival amd safety for everyone and you. Turning around he looked down grew determined for the hunt. Now then where to keep you during the event?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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