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Mountain Man's Best Friend

Kadavro

Kadavro

Supernova
Joined
Apr 16, 2012
'Finally got it.' It had taken years, but he was closer to getting everything he needed to stay where he could be safe. He had Scraped, studied, crawled up the corporate ladder... And had a job where he could now work from home. Where ever that was. It wouldn't be here, that's for certain. Grant Tanner was out of there! "You sure you can afford this?" The teen at the counter of the military surplus store gave him a wary look. Even for someone who worked at a place filled with rifles he no doubt saw more than his fair share of crazies. And the smile on Grant's face and the gleam in his eye ranked him as one of the more unsettling kinds, the guns he had come to pick up not helping the image. "Yah, just pack the the field rations in the trailer and the propane tanks with the sacks of fertilizer." He had already began to effortlessly pick up a spare generator under a thick, corded arm while he counted out the payment from the large wad of cash he had with him.

While he prefered gold, the paper had it's own security. But it got too tempting and he sold a fair bit of the gold he had picked up in the decade before gold skyrocketed and now had a fair bit of cash to invest. Companies would be too risky as he wouldn't be able to check up on them often enough. But land... He got a fair bit of land now. Lumber, mines, hunting, cattle... He had been lucky to have had the money around when the government and the oil magnates had sold off their holdings in the Kaarniy mountain range. Maybe the fools thought it haunted. Whatever happened though, he was off to his new home, even if just for the summer.

And so he drove. He would have prefered to have his own sustainable source of food at the cabin but it would take time to get trees felled and a garden and some animal pens set up. He instead had supplies delivered over the past month to an old lodge from some railroad tycoon from the last century. Supposed to be a good place, though it sounded a bit large for just him. Probably had the doors broken or was impossible to keep warm. Along the weeklong trip into the mountains he picked up whatever the slowly shrinking cities, towns, then gasstations had that he might crave later. A load of preserved fruits, saltwater taffy, and books later and he was back on the road, now at the border of his property. And then... He arrived. Stepping out of the truck he looked over his cabin, proud at his acquisition for a moment before starting to unload.
 
The dust had to go. The first thing he did once he found himself in the cabin was to find the generator and get it running. Maybe he could look into a lumber mill and see if they had some waterwheel to take advantage of the river. A turbine would be better though. It was far too risky that some of the wires from the different cabins would break, cutting off power and leaving him to use his supplies of oil. While he could use dried lumber from felled tries and coal left behind near the cave mouths for warmth he would need to rely upon what supplies he had with him for light, the CD player, his computer... And more importantly, the vacuum. It would be horrible for his health and happiness to have to inhale the stuff while loading the house up. He would load some of the stuff in other areas after exploration, sure, but he would want to get what he could inside as soon as possible, lest the freak storm his radio had mentioned came about. He thought that the refurbished cabin could probably take it, but he couldn't risk his overloaded car being dragged down the went roads and overturning. With that he spent the next several hours getting what he could off, leaving on what he figured would be kept in some of his backup depots incase something went wrong with one of the stashes.

And there were so many choices. The mills, the mines, the upper branches of grand pines... He'd need to start digging to get a root cellar going. Someplace for all his pickles, potatoes, and powdered eggs. The water was supposed to be fresh enough that he could make them taste as good as normal, though he doubted that mountain spring water was all that the weaklings in the penthouses made it out to be. He could bottle the stuff coming from the river and make a mint even if animals bathed in it every other hour! God, he was talking to himself a lot. 'Cabin fever sets in quickly.' So he took his mind off of things, setting up traps around his cabin and peeing to mark his territory. The more wildgame he had the longer he could put off using his dried rations. Covering his truck and tailor with a tarp he then locked himself in, ready to wait out whatever came, be it deathly silence, the sounds of wildlife that could rival rushhour traffic, storms, wild animal attackzzzzzz.
 
Gah, he needed to get water carted up. The portable toilet he brought and the tub of stale water would do for now, but he needed to get a real bathroom constructed. Hopefully the stuff delivered to the more accessible lodge would allow him to construct his own off to the side of the house. Wouldn't want it to be too far away incase of a storm or animals. Speaking of which... "Looks like I caught something." Dimming his lantern he stepped onto a crate and looked through the small glass window area above the door. As the rest of the windows were shuttered up from the ouside or without glass, this was all he could do unless he wanted to step outside. It seemed that whatever it was had either managed to tear the chained traps from the ground or only brushed across it. Maybe just some fat rabbit.

Taking a rifle off the wall hanging he had installed, he cradled it, polishing the barrel as he opened the stock to remove the ammunition, ready to jam it back in at a moments notice to protect himself. Unless he simply used his knife or kicked the creature's head in. Still, he had some training but he was no doctor and wasn't about to risk serious injury in the middle of nowhere, especially from wild animals or his own traps. And thus, he stayed inside. His better judgement told to him consern his ammunition and to not fire a warning shot and he went along with it. At least until he could manage to build a second floor or get a balcony so that he could fire upon approachers. Maybe a moat would be good. Or fill a ditch with barbed wire and cover it with camoflauge nets. If he had no further issues he would go to sleep. If he did, he would make sure to keep himself awake all night, waiting for whatever tried to threaten him.

OOC: I'm heading off for the day so don't wait up on my reply.
 
After the night had barely finished a windup alarm clock rang. While it was technically morning, the lighting from the few unblocked windows only served to give the room a dim glow. He would have to get used to waking up this early and couldn't. Still, getting a bit of light and air in would do wonders for the place. Taking an energy bar from his duffel back he the long process of opening some of the airtight packages to get the protein and vitamin supplements out. He'd need to get more for if he was still around during the winter, but these should manage to get him though a year, so long as he didn't overuse them to to power his large frame. They should supplement his planned diet of meat well enough. And with that thought, he armed himself and headed outside to see if anything had been caught in the traps.

Apparently some things had. But they hadn't stayed. Mildly dissappointed, he muttered to himself as he saw a distinc lack of traps in the northeast sector. "Strange, they should have been here." He wasn't about to risk walking into them by mistake so he grabbed some stacked firewood from a shack near the cabin and tossed them around the areas they thought the traps had been. Several went off, biting several inches into the wood, but there were still some missing. Which by the look of the broken branches in the bushes, had been deliberately taken, perhaps by some enviromentalist nut who was trespassing on his land.

Or not. He hadn't seen the trees slashed up like this the previous day, but that could have been due to his lack of attention and the lighting. He was pretty sure, however, that there would have been more sap, and dried, if it had been from before then. And even if not, he had something competing for space around here. While it would be nice to have something around to scare off intruders he couldn't risk ending up attacked. He wouldn't be able to work on getting his windows open until he dealt with whatever it was or managed to install bars. He pushed the plans from his mind as he went back to check out the map of his land and the details over it's features. He couldn't be distracted incase something got the jump on him. And so he got back to his truck and began to drive to the nearest mine entrance. It had some buildings where he could store the truck and the cave should be big enough for him to keep the extra supplies without risk of rain washing them away. Exiting his vechicle after the twenty minute drive on the winding road, he honked his horn to drive out whatever was around. They might have heard the truck, so if he were to make a sound it might as well be loud.
 
Rancid, rotting... Smelled like something had died around there. And often. He could just me imagiing it, but some scent was simply overpowering that of his truck's exhaust pipe He'd have to investigate- No, he found it. That cave. What he stepped in.. "Wouldn't have thought it would have exploded." That explained it. He had stepped on a bloated bat, which must have flown into one of the beams from the decaying railline leading from the cave or machine shop. Meaning that one or the other of his possible emergency supply rooms would be filled with bat guano. Would be good for making gunpowder and as fertilizer. Not so good as a cover over his stuff. His foot brought out a bone half buried in the leafs and dirt as he moved to the the workshop with a long prybar that he found with some large gears. At six feet the top reached his shoulder and would make a good staff for hiking. And removing some of the barrier at ground level.

Checking for any place to use the large amount of keys he had gotten when he bought the area, he found that the chains and padlock were rusted shut. Unless something could fly or jump to the upper openings there would have been little chance for anything larger than a mole to get in. Bolt cutters having been buried somewhere beneath the other things with his tool box, he attempted to pull the lock just to test himself. While it kicked up a lot of dust from the rusty links of chain rubbing against each other it clearly wasn't going to give with that along. Lifting the long bar up he instrted it between the door and chain, wedging the chisel portion on the bottom into the dirt. Putting his supstatial weight on it, he leaned back until it broke. The chain was thankfully of the weaker kind or he would have had to face a bar preaking in his face. After digging the muck away from the front of the door he opened it and looked briefly inside. Nothing dangerous. Moving back to the truck he heard the sound of rocks underfoot. Turning quickly he he saw- To thin to be a bear... "Whoever it is, come on out. This is my property now, so if you are lost I'll tell you how to get off the mountain and NOW."
 
He had known it wasn't going to be easy, but another human was something he hadn't expected so soon. Would be nice to have a neighbor or guide, but he would need to lay done the groundrules first. Grant waited for the person to respond and was more then a bit surprised at how it sounded like some sort of stroke victim. When the person stepped out further into the light that had begun to filter through the treetops and into the cave mouth... Well, he hadn't been expecting the person dressed up in some furry leotard. Might be an issue.

"You some sort of Indian?" It looked femine, though it could just have been some strange man with fake breasts on. If it was a women, it would suggest she ate well, even if she couldn't compair the leaness of her legs with the curces of her hips under the fur. "Yes, this is a mine. Now, I have bought this land and unless you can show some countering claim of ownership or that you are renting from me I will have to ask you to leave." He passed the long bar between his hands, not nearly at the stage of lonniless to cause him to want to force himself on the tall girl. "Anything you would like to say or should I lead you to the edge of the woods?
 
Yah, fake tails didn't tend to do that "Those don't count unless you have a deed or stone markers." He tried to explain to the person he figured had also tried to go out and live off the land. Made him second guess his own plans. Still, however nutty she might be, she wasn't harmless. She must have been the one around his house if the slashes were anything to go by... Deciding to not go for the showy route involving guns and keys, he moved to one of the marked trees, pointedly heading to it in a way that didn't have it look like he was backing down. Listing the bar up, he gouged a rough T into it, breaking away the remaining bark as the lever pulled inches off the treeside.

"I'll just take it that you don't have much contact with the outside world? Had some job here in the past?" Better not have been some scam to get his money or for the realtors to have sold the same area to multiple people, hoping they wouldn't cross each other's paths. "I have paid for these forests. The territory is MINE. Unless you have something to prove you owned part of this mine then you will need to leave." It wasn't unheard of. Some gold miners still had claims in the Grand Canyon from before the national parks were created. Until they died off, that is. Was this some inbred offspring of hillbillies?"
 
While he usually wouldn't mind the site site of hanging breasts, especially with the way they tilted with the slope they were one, the impact of his body on the hill caused his eyes to glaze over a bit before he could even pay them much attention. The rocky ground, the rail beams... If the wood wasn't rotting his head might have been cracked open. Instead, they slid down the slope a bit after an instinction kick caused when the prybar stopped spinning and landed on their legs. After inhaling harshly and managing to get the ringing to stop in his ears he saw the fang filled mouth infront of him. And so he exhaled.

He could have bit the nose, but he figured that this would work just as well. Hadn't brushed his teeth as he didn't will the watern cistern yet, so he had a fair bit of bad breathe build up from the trip up. If it worked he added a headbutt to the base of the throat, as well as pulling a large knife from a boot and bringing it to her belly. "It seems like we have a problem here. Get off unless you want to breathe out of your belly, bitch."
 
Looked like their would be no throat head-butting. Shame, as he would have liked to see how the furry jugs would have felt on his face. She did leave though, even if she wasn't showing any sign of actually respecting him. Though why would she? He had just come across whatever it was. Probably worth a fair bit of cash... His eyes got a bit of a gleam to them as he examined her body like a rather tasty looking salmon that jumped out of the river and started flopping around. But then he would have to deal with people coming over his property, interviews, tax issues, animal rights protesters... Black market could be good, though.

"Listen, I don't know who you are, what you are, or why you don't have any clothes on. Unless you are wearing... Never mind. I will talk slowly to get this through your head. This forest." He pointed around to the trees. "The river." He walked around her to his truck, return with a canteen which he poured near her feet. "This mine." Again, pointing. "And all the animals are Mine. You can stay in the mine if you stop taking things from my home and keep any predators away." No real way to translate that, so he instead made exxagerated biting notions. "And you can stay in here. But I will still put things in this building because this is my territory. Understood?"
 
Grant looked over the creature as it made facial gestures that suggested she either had had a fair deal of contact with humans or that raising an eyebrow was simply a universal form of confusion. Or disdain. Maybe she just had something in her eye. He got back up, watching as she backed away. It was going to be difficult, having to deal with whatever she was. Might never know when she was hiding behind a tree, ready to pounce as he left his cabin. He might need to get barbed wire or mark the trees in the way she did. Maybe putting a branding iron or collar to the bitch would be enough to get her to stay in one area and not risk him accidently shooting her.

She seemed to be combining a stretching excercise with kneeling too him, her breasts lowering and smooshing against the ground as she ba- Yah, he needed to keep the thoughts out of his head and fight down the erection. The way she turned and slowly wakled back to the cave, tale wagging and holes exposed though... He would have some food for thought for when he decided to mark his scent around with somethign a bit thicker than his urine. He went to the truck and began to unpack more of the things, bringing them into the shed while always keeping a weapon closely at hand, watching the wolf when he saw her. He continued this until he was ready to leave or she had left.
 
Strange how she kept watch with an intesity to rival his own. Not as if he was even putting too much stuff in her cave. Yes, her cave. He could allow her a little bit of the land, if only so she would have a place to go that didn't screw up his other areas. Still, she wasn't as savage or crazy as he thought she would be. Somehow she had managed to skin a fair deal of animals. Some being larger and more dangerous sort. Very impressive, considering that she only had her fangs and some nails. He had decided that she was probably part hound, though the sharp nails had confused him, though he hadn't been the most familiar with dog feet himself. And she just... Sat there.

After an hour he had managed to unload the stuff that he had planned for this area and was removing the panel he had brought out for if he needed to replace the building door. Wouldn't work on the cave unless he wanted the girl to follow him around though, so he while he moved it to get our the toolbox he game across a bag that had gotten mixed up with a tub of cashews and some beef jerkey. "How did those get in there? Better not have charged me for them, whatever idiot cashier slipped these in.." He looked over the label for the back of dog treats seeing that while they had some nutrional value, it was mostly empty calories for pets to enjoy. His eyes widened as he opened it. Smelled bad but not as bad as the dog girl
s breathe. Might as well give her a breathe mint before he left. "Fetch!" He called out as he tossed one towards her before entering his truck and backing up to drive to his next stop.
 
Looked like the area was even more gas intesive than he had thought. Instead of using his truck for getting the pump to the river he went to do it himself. Several hours having passed since he had left the mine and he think he could safely say that he was no longer being tracked after. He was pretty sure at the start, but he seemed to have shook her off after nearing the old bridge. It was this bridge he now headed for, deciding that the stone arches that had been half built over it would be as good a place as any to attach the quart jugs with their frames and not risk them being swept away. He sniffed himself as he looked over the river while he waited for the containers to fill, deciding that he would need to start doing spongebaths if he wanted to stay clean without freezing, however bracing it might be. Not cleaning also had it's own appeal, though that would fade once his cabin got musty.

He walked along the riverside, looking over a sluice that had all but been eaten by the elements when one of the containers got loose, bouncing off the river bottom as it headed to down some rocky waters before coming to a fork in the river where it got caught in some blockage. Cursing himself for having left the other containers behind, Grant turned around to first secure them. After doing so he returned with rubberpants, glad to see that the quart hadn't been washed away. Getting his bulky coat off hs slipped into the rubber pants and waded out to fetch his possession from the waters. Doing so he found the water to still be cold, though not as cold as he would have thought given that he was in the mountains. And by the looks of the cat- Oh, the wolf again. He just eyed her for a moment before grabbing his stuff and wading back to the other branch of the river.
 
It really was a nice spot, from what Grant could see. A weak flow, wide banks, a waterfall and springs to feed the river... Heæd need to come back sometime and see if the springwater was warm or if he could try to shover with the waterfall. Not the main part of it, of course, but some side area where a bit might drip off. He took a few trips to get all the water back to his cabin and it had worked up a sweat, but he had the water to quench his thirst with. Could only hope that there wasn't anything in it to give him the runs. He could only imagine how the wolf would take to THAT scent.

He spent the rest of the day checking on traps, eliminating insects and arachnids in the woodpile, chopping the logs into smaller pieces for the heck of it despite it not being near winter... Just some busy work as he began to make a clearing around the cabin, searching through catalouges for dog whistles, eliminating fire hazards... He'd need to make sure the chimney was clean. Unfortunaley, he had already brough his stuff in and didn't have enough sheets to cover everything should he try to eliminate the soot and whatever might be stuck in there. Getting a ladder that he didn't know he had, he climbed to the roof, checking around for any wires, openings, or spare keys that he should know about. The hornet's nest counted in a category of it's own. And so, he spent the next week or two trying to deal with the various problems about his land, trying to get everything save and livable while hunting occasionally.
 
While he appreciated how she usually kept to marking the area with fluid waste rahter than something more solid, he was not happy about how aggressive she was with the trees, moving closer and closer to his cabin. He had been planning on tapping some of them for the sap and syrups, but the manner she wrecked their sides was putting brakes to that idea. He wanted something sweet, and as there were no stores around, the beats weren't ready for turning into sugar, and the beer... He needed better materials.

Had she been migrating? He saw her at the river occasionally, but he tended to be further down where there was a deep pool with fish. There had been more game around recently, but he couldn't take that to mean anything. It could have been the game migrating or it might have been that she only hunted one animal every week. She certainly didn't seem to have anyone to share it with and there wasn't usually that much left from the bodies he came across, besides the one young one that he found near his home. Something didn't seem quite right about that...

Of course, magazine that was mixed in with the dogtreats and jerky. He had only so much toilet paper and reading material, but this page still remained. He looked in the article on cats, and saw how they didn't bring food for those they saw as there masters, but those who thought they couldn't hunt for themselves. That was a low blow. Never mind that it might not be a female cat, it was similar enough for his tastes. Affronted, he went out tracking as near the cave as he could get with other animals still around. There was a moose off all things that came through after an hour of waiting. He squeezed off four shots into the head, but missed and had to deal with it charging him. A bit further to the cave he managed to find another prybar and cracking it's skull open after several loud tries. The work done he took a breather before half carrying the cadaver to the wolf's den.
 
Stopping for a bit of a rest, he took a swig from his canteen, looking over the prize of his hunt's face. Shame it probably was too damaged to mount on a wall. Well, that wasn't why he brought it down, so he had better get back up and going. He was using the bar, bloody from when he had to beat the mooses's brains out, as a makeshift staff, plunding it into the ground and levering himself up the hill, sweat coating his face from the fight and the trip bringing it over. Was it so bad to say that killing something made him feel alive? Well he was only thinking it and there was only one thing around to listen, anyways. If a tree is felled in a forest, does anyone but the lumberjack care?

He saw some movement, but as he was a bit busy he couldn't grab for his shotgun. It seemed to have been coming from the mouth of the cave though, so it was probably just the bitch, back from whatever she had been doing these past weeks. Was it ashamed that it had scratched up too much of it's stuff? Had she only been doing that when he wasn't around as a sign of cautious defiance? He could appreciate her giving him a wide berth, but he didn't like to be thought of as week. It would be a problem if it went on into the future, with none of the challenges to his authoity being answered. So he would. "HEY!" He bellowed into the cave, the echoes amplifying it further. "I KNOW YOU CAN TALK! GET OVER HERE!" She didn't seem to be responding. Getting the flashlight he left near the entrance, he looked over the ground and found new tracks leading to her previous den. Dragging the moose along, he found her cart and dropped the moose infront of her.
 
Maybe the light in the den had hurt the creatures vision. He had no idea how their night vision worked, though he did know about what happened with a deer in the headlights or a flashlight with a frog. Might be a good sign though if she chose fright rather than fight or flight. He wiped the sweat from his brow, testosterone still flowing as he pulled the mooses' head to look towards the bitch, it's head being hairy than his own, but barely. He had let his hair grow longer while shaving occasionally, giving him constable stubble. "If you bring me something it is for payment, not pity. Got it?"

He watched as the wolf stayed behind the cart, a strange quiver to the strange voice. Still, it sounded beautifl to him, if only for his lack of contact with anyone else to speak too. "Listen, I am going to butcher this and dry the meat so that I can eat during the winter." He probably shouldn't need to try to explain, especially when he didn't know if he would actually be there during the winter. "Do you want to eat some of it now?" He took out a large knife and cut off a strip off bloody meat. Thinking how he should bleed it to prevent rotting or turn it into black pudding, he tossed it to the wolf. "Why is time bad, my bitch?" Hey, she wasn't human and she was on his property. Basically made her his possession.
 
Gift? Seemed that she did know her place after all. Not that he should have listened to some magazine about how the wild life acted, after all. Pets or not, they wouldn't know a moose from an elk if they hit off the broad side of a barnyard doo- GAH! His listening to rural radio and lack of speaking was tieing his tongue, even internally. And he did have a chance to practice, now... He watched the confused wolf walk to him, tail between legs, probably rubbing in between her... No, change of track. The tongue was more interesting. Almost as thick as a humanæs, though it looked as flexible as a dog's, the blood and teeth giving the fiery air of a predator.

But that was not a path to walk down. Maybe in a month or two when he was really desperate for that king of companionship. For now he would make do with what came out of her mouth, rather than what went in. "Well Bitch, I'm probably going to need to think of something to call you." Leaning over, he offered the bitch his clentched fist to smell. Or lick off the blood, if the was as she did that sort of thing. While he felt a twitching in his pants he pushed it out of his mind, instead moving to pet the wolf's side. If she accepted, good for her. If she didn't, but tried to bite... He would use the fist near her face for good measure. "Do you have a name? do you know what a name is?
 
Tickled to have such his fingers licked at like that. The whining seemed a bit out of place given her apparently friendlier actions, though he figuring it might just be the wolf equivilant of purring. Or was that panting? It didn't matter, she had moved her tail from her... Well, the point was that he might be able to get it wagging. He wouldn't want some beaten, frightened woman as a neighbor, even if the only parts that told him she was a women were... Somewhat exaggerated features of a prime female of the human race. He didn't think that he would like any woman that wasn't naked, but the fur... Alright, maybe she was naked. Didn't mean that he couldn't look and enjoy. She was a dog, really. 'Nothing wrong about playing with a dog, was there?'

"Keya." Grant repeated, mispronouncing it as he stroked her side, moving closer to her belly as she rolled. He leaned over before sitting down, figuring himself secure safe enough. 'Nothing wrong with playing with a dog.' "My name is Grant Tanner." 'Especially a decidely female one.' He wasn't a pervert after all! "Are you all alone here?" His hand brushed over her breast and he quickly moved away, deciding that he was going to have to move out of the cave soon, though without startling her. It was an enclosed space, fairly dark, he had no helmet for incase she knocked him to the ground and bust up his head again... "Are there more like you who live elsewhere?"
 
'Odd how things worked out.' Granted mused to himself as Kaia rolled away from him after he touched her breast, looking somewhat scared, as if he had tried to molest her. Though that could have simply been his own thoughts of the situation. Really, what other way was there for him to think about it? He had often went into the place she had lived for years, perhaps birth, and would either intimidate or outright threaten her. Though then why get on her back and show off her body while letting him bet her? Did she want him to go lower rather than higher? It was a shame, as he had been enjoying the somewhat damp fur, soft against his calloused fingers. And the wet dog smell, mixed with dust, his own sweat, her breathe, the moose...

It ruined the moment, but he probably shouldn't stay in there too long. His dignity wouldn't survive the blow of fucking animals, nor with the diseases to come from it. If his cock wasn't simply ripped off. He got up, then scratched behind Kaia's ear in passing while heading to the moose. "I had better get this somewhere that won't stink up our den." He bent down, getting each foreleg over a shoulder then begining to drag it out of the sleeping area of the den. "I'll move it so that you can sleep peacefully in here. How big a peace do you want me to cut off for you?" He wondered if he should keep the organs for himself, give them to her, or chuck them. Always some of the healthiest parts too eat, as well as the most distinctive taste. Though she looked like she needed more fat. Despite all suggestions to the countrary. He just was a big eater and thought that those who weren't needed more. Maybe he should come by to eat sometime and make sure she had enough. She might like some vegetables or cooked meat. You couldn't get all the taste in your food drawn from the thrill of the hunt.
 
Leaning the moose against a wall, Grant stole a final look back before he carved a large chunk off of the side of the moose as he left, tossing it back towards where Kaia law stretched. There was really no reason besides her words for him not to, as he had no way of eating the entire moose or preparing it in a short amount of time. Come to think about it, he had killed it explictly to make a point. And having her refuse it would not do. He put the moose back down, then planted a steel toed boot onto it's side and lifted one of the legs. He pulled and twisted until a crackling was heard and the leg bone popped from it's socked, much of the thigh torn off. He sawed and sliced the flesh that still held the leg on, then brought it back, dumping the large drumpstick down infront of her. "You keep." He commanded before turning and leaving.

Continuing to drag the moose out he brought it over to the mine's workshop a way's off. It was a shame that the freezer would have taken up too much power and that he didn't have sufficient wiring attached to his place yet. Would it really be 'yet', though? Was he going to stay here? Was he going to be self sufficient from the outside world, power included? Probably not, but until then he would make do with what he currently had. He had left the door unlocked the last time he had been there and found most of his stuff still untouched. Hadn't even needed to mark it. Finding a hook on a chain, he hung the moose to bleed out for a bit, hoping there wouldn't be any flies about. Leaving a washpan he found in a bin underneath it, he left to allow the blood to collect, hoping that it wouldn't somehow stain the horns with it's drips. He returned the next day, and days after, to butcher and prepare the meat, though he did not go inside the cave and otherwise kept to his normal schedule.
 
So he left, waiting a bit to make sure he wasn't followed, them rubbing one out on the tree he had marked with the bar weeks before, splashing it with his seed before moving on again, wondering what exactly he should do next. Garden to get set up, some wells dug... Really, why was he bothering? He'd deal with it later. He instead took to using trees marked by Kai whenever he needed to answer either call of nature. It was Kai, wasn't it? He was going to need to start talking to her a bit more. See how much she could say, how much she count understand, and if he could teach her some tricks...

He might do better ordering her to stick around while he worked or ate. He didn't have the most imaginative food, so he could use the company to make up for it. The meat was... Alright. It dried well and tasted decent, but he didn't have the spices so that he could properly smoke it for later. Really though, it wasn't like he was looking to be a cook. He liked good food of course, none of that tiny French stuff, but good hearty meals. She would like it, though maybe not cooked, and might be able to help find some berries or honey to glaze over it. With the thoughts of honey over her rack and berries being crushed between her lower lips, he jacked off on the same tree outside the mine as earier, before hearing the noise coming and getting zipped back up, arousal hard against his zipper as he moved off to avoid whatever was coming. He thought he might have been seen, but it could be his overactive imagination
 
Grant found something new to do, but it grew a bit boring even then. Exhiliration of releasing his load in the woods was refreshing. The crisp air, the cool breeze, it all made it an experience to try again and in different places for it's full effect. He had taken to trying to find the most scent or oldest of the scarred trees throughout the forest, marking them as he got in touch with what his city sensibilities told him was his 'wild side'. As if. He was simply going around the mountains and and trying to find ways to relieve boredom, as he spent another month only occasionally seeing the wolfess, despite having told himself that he was going to start talking to her. Instead he stay out for longer after dark, visiting the old buildings and sites around the area and checking that the supplies were still at the lodge.

While returning to his cabin with some canned fruit and vegetables, he thought about how he should check out how his neighbor was doing. He set it aside for the day, going to hunt and fish to make sure that he would have enough to try and show her how to cook meat. Finding the hound out hunting or something when he brought her a doe and a deboned fish, he had some time to think about what to do. Which came to some more revolting things, in anyones books. While he didn't sodomize the doe's corpse, he did find that the deboned fish made a handy sheathe. Using it as some sort of fleshlight, he wiffed in the hound's scent as he jerked himself until he exploded, filling the meat with his seed. Taking off a bandana from his neck, he wiped the sweat from his forehead before using it to wipe off the cum and juices from his cock as he withdrew, careful not to spill. He absentmindly mindly dropped the banadana into her bed as he left, figuring that he would come another time when she had returned, not noticing his musk and testosterone lingering in the air.
 
Had it been a mistake to leave a cum filled fish for Kaia to eat? Probably. It certainly was enjoyable, but he wouldn't imagine what he was supposed to say the next time he asked about the strange, salty flesh. He'd be able to push it off if it he just got to cooking a bit. Or some of those good book series. He had all the time in the world, he might as well use it. Some Russian literature, books on hunts in the jungles of India, on the Great Serengeti, Kitchner, Kipling, King Solomon's Mines... And other things he had picked up at junk sales or at libraries getting rid of donated books that nobody wanted. Determined to later relax outside his cabin, maybe on the roof with a book and drink, he went to his favored spot in the river for one of his infrequent baths. Too cold, though. He got out wondering if some snowpeak had just started melting, then headed back to his cabin with the box of bathing stuff he kept at the river.

Along the way, he found that the mirror he kept near the river for shaving had gotten knocked over by something and cracked, meaning that he was going to stay hairy a bit longer. At least it would match the rest of him. His body was built to be bulky. He still had fat of course, but it blended naturally enough for him. The woods had limited his meals somewhat and made him healthier, if only because he ate the vegetables he brought down and had delivered at regular intervals. His nipples were surrounded by hair and hardened by the water and wind. His torso needed a shirt that wouldn't get soaked the moment he put it on, as he usually sundried instead of using a towel. His neck... Grant searched his neck then pockets, cursing as he realised he had lost it, though he didn't think he would want to wear something so dirty ever again. As he got to the cabin he spotted the wolfess barking at his door and scratching it, the bandana off to the side. He didn't know whether to say she was a good girl for bringing it or wonder if she she recognized the salty taste from the fish matched it's scent. "Kay, what's the matter?"
 
She seemed to be acting a lot funnier today. Maybe she was simply scared from his scent, either his cream sprayed over the forest or the soapd he had be using on his body before deciding the water was too cold The sniffing seemed to "WHOA!" Whatever reason she had for bigging at his crotch seemed to get her tail wagging Ths snout didn't leave yet, so he reached down to scrath her behind the ear, move her away, or simply hold her down until he got something inbetween his pants and underwear so she could lick to his body's contentment. Maybe he could start covering meat or carrots with something to teach her not to bite down. Maybe encoat his penis or his ass so that she could continue her smelling.

But then her snout left. Instead she was kneeling before him, eyes pleading, her breasts jiggling as the cold air struck Grant's bare chest, causing him to shudder for.. Well, mostly the cold, but he still got a quivering lower down than his stomache. "Mate?" How to spin this... Was she asking for if he had cub- children? If he knew of any for her? for him to actually mate with her, in the name of Lucifer, he hoped so. But he couldn't risk it until he was actually sure. He could only imagine the diseases he might get or have some issues inside her ass, cunt, paws... Tits might work... "Why don't you come into my den?" Grant offered, not going the route of ordering this time as he opened his front door, releasing his concentrated scent of months with limited bathing, his spunk still over some sheets and socks from the weeks before he started jacking in the woods, instead using the porn on his walls for inspiration.
 
"Too cute." The camper watched the wolf yip and scan around the room, before dropping her head to sniff the very floor. "I'll make some room for ya in a minute." Grant had gotten himself a beer and a bowl, pouring some into it so that Kaia could try a bit before he tried talking about any other wolves in the area. He turned to find pink. A sea of black fur along the curved body, the same scent going off from when he had fucked the fish... But something extra. The vagina was a clear indicator as to what gave off the added kick in the air. Wondering if the beer was that strong, that he was already drunk from just the fumes... No, there would have been more like her, licking out each other in a daisy chain while he used the brushing off their tails to get off

"I can't give you cubs." Grant took a gulp of the beer before giving in and petting her belly. "Shouldn't you find another wolf for that?" He slid his knee in between her legs and raised it as he felt the tail along his stomache. Moving the knee back and forth, he stimulated the opening as he cupped a breast, squeezing it as he wondered if the food he brought meant that she thought he was wooing her. And if the deer she originally brought was a sign that she had started doing the same with him. "I may be hairy, but I am a bit too different for you. Even my dick would be different from your past mates." He would just take advantage of the time to burn the feel of her into his memory for later recollections.
 
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