Sitting on my hind quarters
I lavishly licks my chops
Staring wavery at the moon
What shall I do? Me thinks as I reconcile myself.
It is dark and the pack is at the den
A slight breeze passes my snout
And I smell him
Where is he?
I will howl and call him
My head tilts back
Fur dense glistening as I arch
I let it out...Ouoooooooo
My ears are peeked as I listen for him
The breaking of twigs and the crushing of leaves
Tells me he is near
I will pace and await his arrival
His strides are faster and I hear him approach
My alpha mate
I cock my bushy tail to side allowing him total access
He smells me
Then mounts me
Fast and viciously he takes me
Paws draping around me
He hangs on
In less than a minute he is done
But we cannot escape each other yet
We try to pull apart
Only to have stupid hopeless looks upon our faces
Finally we break free
Back to the den we go
I have done my job
My litter will arrive in two months
I am but a SHE-WOLF - 4/25/06
I used to breed labs and know their mating nature. Coco was my female and Buddy was my male. Together, they had three litters. However, a bit of research was done at International Wolf Center.
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