They trained with knives and wrestled in the enclosed space away from the prying eyes of the tribe. xxx A wine bottle jostled as Aitu took a swig to clean his mouth. Hot breath panted against his face as Aitu worked Dyri over. “I have as well.” He then rolled on top of the human and pressed his hips down, pinning him to the mattress. Now, Dyri was alone in the tent. He had been left out in the cold with nothing but the tattered remains of his dress to guard against the biting wind. “Aitu,” Dyri whispered. Aitu inhaled deeply as he inhaled the musky scent of the human. He never demanded anything of that nature from Dyri, though, even in private the grey wolf called him Chilam and a female.




















