They Call Her A Killer, A Sinner, And A Whore

Nothing romantic had resulted in both of the wolves coupling. There had been no love shared or lost between them as Nako had finally acted upon this woman's teasing until they had finally reached the end and separated to lay in the snow. Her side was on his chest and a paw tucking her hips against his body. Nothing else moved save for shallow breaths as Nako dozed away the aftermath of their session and mind blanked out in content fashion. Another notch in the bedpost. Yet another conquest satisfied and without need for the time being as he reveled in the pleasing way in just how sore his inner thighs were.

The woman shifted her head from his shoulder and spoke. The word was a name. Zola. Nako looked down at her and the smiling face that gave a last name. Zola Leone. The male stiffened. Leone. Alena. His real mothers name along with his four siblings. Nako let out a faltering breath as he continued to look down at Zola. Was there a chance that his siblings had survived after all these years? He had last seen Lel nearly four years ago shortly before his fathers death. Was there a chance his mother or siblings had children that were wandering the land? Nako realized he had been holding his breath. This wasn't right what they had done. It was immensely pleasurable but now it was all slightly sickening. Did he even dare to ask Zola who she was related to? A rather morbid sense of curiosity left him little chance to talk himself out of it, and so he spoke as calmly as he could? "Who is your mother and father?" Out of the blue, certainly, and here was to hoping that she wouldn't catch on to his worry or the sudden overwhelming growth of panic that was making it's way into his mind.