History of our fursonas

That was a good day. The sun was shining in the sky and the birds were singing. Everything seemed perfect. But not for everyone.
Fran sat in a cave. Like every day, she listened to the radio lying on the mattress. Suddenly there was a rustle in the bush near the cave. She went to check what had happened. She expected a bird or stone that fell from the slope. However, she found a few people with guns aiming at her. She already knew what could happen, so she tried to escape ...
Zack woke five loud rumors. He listened carefully to further photos. He ran quickly. A slight snarl
he caught his attention. He slowly pushed back the bushes ... There was a terrible sight in his eyes. A werewolf lay next to the tree, bloodied with bullet holes. He quickly wrapped his body around his tail and rushed to his hiding place. There he laid Fran in a warm place and quickly prepared a knife that he pulled from the bullets. wounds wrapped with bandages. After the procedure Fran regained consciousness.
- It hurts ... - she said quietly.
Zack gave her painkillers and water with birch juice. It was the only thing he could do.
A few hours later, the she-wolf woke up in the dark.
"Where am I?" She asked unconsciously.
- In my grotto. You were shot and fainted. My name is Zack
-Fran. Thank you...
-Fine.
They met that way. Fran, after repeated requests, stayed in the Zack cave for a week. They met very well and as it turned out they had a lot in common.
After a few days, they set out to climb up to Fran's house. Of course, they did it slowly and quietly so as not to scare the poachers by accident. Fortunately, no one was in the Jaslin area like in the area.
- Thank you!
- No problem. If you had a problem, call me. See you later!
- Bye!
As you can see, this story ended well for our heroes. I hope you liked this story. To the next!