I Live For Furs. I Worship Furs!

Ignita had grabbed a polar bear coat from the Warlord stash and tossed it over his shoulders, bundling him up against the cold day before she allowed him (after a great deal of convincing) To enter the market and explore.


The explosion of scents was almost overwhelming. His mother murmured quietly in his ear as he walked telling him the packs the scents belonged to. At least, of those she knew. Eventually however, he wanted to stretch his legs.


He dove under a low table, shooting out the other side with a giggle, his coat almost catching on overhanging objects as he made his escape. Little did he know his mothers companion rode on the coat, holding on for dear life. Freedom! What to do now? His attention caught on the scent of sweets and he turned so fast he didn't realise a wolf was in front of them. The little, clumsy, and oversized pup went barreling into the stranger.