Collar the Wild

Chapter 8 - Gardening

Ember walks his way through the dining hall, looking out through the windows at the garden and Voigt laying on his front as he works on the fountain. The plodding footsteps he makes, echoed by the gentle slap of his swollen cock as it swings from thigh to thigh. He opens the door to the vestibule and tries on a couple of pairs of jeans and shirts until ones fit his frame and finishes the look with Cal's boots. He opens the outside door with a sizeable bulge running down his leg, shuts it and wanders out into the garden.

"Voigt?" Ember says, hovering over his body to see what's going on. Thankful that the walking and rub of the denim helped to considerably reduce his erection.

"Just a minute." The older wolf responds as he attempts to measure something inside of the pipe using a flexible scope through the burst hole. He stands up a minute later, after having marked a notch on the pipe.

"Do you need to cut it?"

"Yeah" Voigt sounds disappointed. "Done all I can but the metal's fused, I can't budge it. I don't want to risk wasting more time trying to get it off so I'll just lop it off and extend it. Thankfully I have a die big enough to thread pipe of this gauge." He explains and carefully watches Ember slowly nod. "Anyway, you looking for work?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Good, because there's a couple of things need doing. You ever worked an electric hedge trimmer or a chainsaw?"

Ember shakes his head. "No."

"Ok. Because I can't supervise, I'll just give you shears then. The bushes around the garden all need trimming." Voigt walks over to one of the standing bushes near the fountain and tugs on some of the straggling twigs poking out. "See these, they all need chopping. Carry a bag with you and collect anything you snip off, just make sure to keep the shape of the bush in tact."

"Alright, I can do that."

"Good, come with me."

Voigt starts walking to the far end of the garden with Ember in tow. At the corner, a path that leads out and forks, one way going down a hill into the beginnings of the wood where Ember was guided up the night before, and in the other direction is a building the size of a garage with a single wooden door. Voigt opens it with a key and steps inside, turning on the light.

This is a room that could be described in the somewhat dated term 'man cave'. It has a comfortable fabric chair in the corner with a radio and small tv, mini fridge and a box of magazines. In all other corners of the room are shelves, cupboards, drawers, worktops, storage racks and boxes, all filled, and neatly organised with tools. In the overhead are larger items, wooden planks and rolls of plastic, dust, painters and weed resistant sheets, and more boxes. In the free floor space there are several electric lawn machines; a mower, trimmers of different types, chainsaw and others Ember doesn't recognise.

"Welcome to my home-from-home" Voigt says, splaying his arms and admiring the black wolf's face of awe. "Take a look around if you like, I need to get a couple of things."

"This is really neat, it reminds me of my cabin." Ember says, wandering over to the chair.

"Take a seat. Used to have one just like it back home."

"You mean before you came here?" Ember slumps down in the chair, finding that it's got a reclining lever and pulls it. Voigt takes a second to respond, seemingly looking through one of his cupboards.

"Yeah ..."

Ember lays back in the chair and looks up at the rafters. "I don't wanna get in any more bother by asking, so just tell me to shut up if I'm out of line, but what did you do before you came here?"