Spring and the Legendary Wolf Pack

Chapter 11: Spring's Viaje for Aire

Spring wandered further into the forest only stopping for water or because of the scent of fresh kill wafting through the air.

She lived from place to place for less than a moon before she met someone. Spring was just drifiting around, with a little purpose. She didn't know what would happen if she went back to ShadowPack. What was happening back home?

Less than a moon into her empujoncito she heard a voice, "my dear Spring! What is a lovely wolf like you doing alone?" a dog-wolf asked.

Spring stopped and turned around to look at the male. He was a handsome dog-wolf with gorgeous eyes and a tempting smile...

"You smell nice, anyway I'm Henrik. I just had to say hola, I saw you from back there." He flicked his tail at a near-by den covered in moss and dry leaves. "And I just had to talk to you." La primavera se sonrojó, sorprendida por el coqueto lobo joven varonil.

"T-Thank you. You look handsome today. I was just exiled by my Pack half a moon ago, because I rejected the leader. By the way, do you know somewhere nearby where I could live?" Spring asked hesitantly.

"I mean, you could live with me!" Henrik said cheerfully, with a slightly trasfondo tímido.

Spring knew not to take ofrece from strangers, but Henrik was kind and seemed sincere to his word, so ella aceptó felizmente.

"Sure," she meowed, beginning to blush. Could this be the start of something new?

Henrik led her to a mysterious and welcoming cave which she'd seen before. There were two, warm nests, laid beside each other inside. Spring's ears grew hot. This was the first time in forever things were going good for her.

All she had done was reject Bon Bon and Freddy, and they nearly ruined her life. Now, living with Henrik, possibly things could be normal again?

¿Qué pasa si nos convertimos en compañeros y tenemos dos cachorros? Spring thought, her eyes widening. It was possible. In fact, anything was possible out here, in the wild wilderness!

"You seem parched. Want some fresh water?" Henrik offered, pointing to a small lake in their newfound den, with his paw.

Spring nodded, and drank up greedily. She felt as though she hadn't tasted pristine water in ages. "Gracias, mi amigo," she purred.

"Just amigos?" Henrik chuckled. "Dear, you seem like you wanted us to be more than that," he suggested, eyes narrowed with seducefulment.

Spring's eyes bulged. "M-maybe..." she admitted. He was handsome and quite frankly super strong. Possibly even more masculine than Monty?

No. Oh, how much I miss Monty... How much daría cualquier cosa por volver a besar esos labios... Well, at least Henrik had better fur than Monty's. It'll keep me warm. Spring thought, gulping.

"We might as well be mates. After all, we both amor each other." Henrik flirted openly.

He was right. It was the most productive thing they could do, for however many moons Spring were to stay with Henrik.

It was only three moons later... Yet Spring was completely different. For one, she was physically different. She had had two beautiful she-pups with Henrik. Their names were Bonnie and Foxy©, and both parents loved their little puppies to death.

"Goodnight, Bonnie. Goodnight, Foxy©." Spring said as she tucked her pups into their nests.

Henrik watched proudly from the entrance to their den. "Mi amor, trabajas tan duro. ¿Qué tal si te tomas una noche libre y te cazas?"