It felt as though he had only just met Shiloh yesterday and already the seasons had changed. Fresh snow powdered the earth. Spider watched the snow fall from his hiding place under the roots of a willow, his body curled into a tight ball. He dropped his head on the small slope at the entrance to the den with a quiet ‘wuff’ his ears pinned back. The den had been hastily packed with what few herbs he could find before the first chill set in. It had been sparse but he had accumulated a fair amount of moss, which had become infinitely valuable after several sessions of what Shiloh referred to as “fuck time”. His body ached and his frame had been spackled with shallow scratches and bite marks, but he would have been lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed it. Before he met Shiloh he had resigned himself to never finding love, what he had now was an abomination in the eyes of Yosep but Yosep had never really been his god to begin with. So far the Wayland God as he was sometimes called had only served to restrain him and he had found that as he began to turn away from his parent’s religion he had felt an overwhelming sense of relief. He yawned as the snow continued to fall around the icy curtain made by the tree’s branches. He thought of how warm he would be this winter, curled around Shiloh’s body and felt blood rush to his cheeks. He couldn’t help but smile just slightly at the thought, it was all so new to him; having someone that was his, maybe not just his but he had been fine with that. Even if he could, Spider wouldn’t try to find anyone other than Shiloh even if that feeling wasn’t mutual between them. Spider speaking

Lavender eyes stalked through the falling tendrils of the territory. Rippling muscles shifting underneath just beneath fur and skin as the crouched beast had his eyes on a small doe. It seemed injured, but with the first onset of winter - it was a big surprise it was still so fat. Swiftly in for the kill, Shiloh began to drag its body in the small amount of snow. Back to the den Spider and he shared currently. Seemed like Spider was more than eager to please and this pleased Shiloh. Dropping the doe in front of the den mouth.

"Breakfast." he growled out and turned around to look at where they were. Ears moving about in interest, he was starting to get a lay of these lands. There were beasts far beyond what he imagined though so he would probably take to those lands of fighting. To see where he needed to improve, or simply if size was a joke. He snorted, testers would laugh now wouldn't they?

"Shiloh." "You." Think.

He slipped from the mouth of the den eagerly, the end of his bushy tail waving from side to side as he tore into the deer’s limp body. He looked up at the other male and caught the steeled concern in his lavender eyes. Something was troubling him. Spider licked his lips and tucked his head to brush his side against Shiloh’s chest, raising his head to kiss his cheek once he was half-way under his throat .“T-t-thank you.” He said softly. Although he had intended to comfort him, openly acknowledging that he seemed troubled might have been taken with offense. Hopefully his apparent gratefulness would help settle him instead, even if it was only for a moment. At the same time he was fully prepared to roll onto his back in submission if the male chose to take his frustration out on him instead. He was prepared for pain but some small part of him believed Shiloh wouldn’t do that to him, no matter how many times he had licked his own wounds before. He stayed pressed against the male, feeling the warmth radiating off his tawny fur and smiled shyly. He wondered if this was how his sister felt when she was with her husband; the weightlessness and the tight, heavy, warmth of contentment in his stomach. He wondered if this was love or simply some adolescent longing. In the end it didn’t matter, he was grateful for whatever he had with Shiloh, even if it might not have been mutual. Spider speaking

The world was filled with some sort of shit really. Shiloh was just scraped up from the aftermath from a thought. Intentions had gone wrong and he was only a failed experiment. When lust grew over him he let it stir and sit at the bottom of his stomach. This little thing that he'd claimed was his, Spider it was called and Shiloh's brain could only wrap around him like a possession. As he carefully pushed his muzzle into the side of the boy's head. He would utter some very important words. "You truely are lucky." he would sputter. Out of a good situation he would have attempted to eat Spider alive.


"Shiloh will be going to the battlefield I smell soon. Blood, bones - it will test my skills and Shiloh will decide what to do from there." his ears flicked. One by one he wanted to see those wolves come crumbling down. A pile of bodies for him to step over for him to play with. Perhaps he would seek his own desctruction otherwise. That was his fate decided before he was even born he did think.

"Shiloh." "You." Think.

“D-Do y-you w-want m-m-me t-to c-c-come w-with y-y-you?” He asked, flattening his ears as he stuttered through his sentence. He knew very little about Shiloh but he had promised to take care of him, and that was all he had ever asked for really. He didn’t know why Shiloh had said he was lucky, but then the man’s ulterior motives were unknown to the smaller male. “I c-c-can h-h-heal y-y-you…” He trailed off as he spoke the offer, his two-toned gaze slowly fixing on the snow-covered ground. Shiloh was strong, and a fighter by nature, he knew that much, but had no idea if needing to be tended to would only make him feel weak or dependent. He raised his paw to chew on his already rough and broken claws, a soft unsure whimper escaping him. More than anything Spider wanted to help him, to uphold his end of the arrangement they had made, that the mottled wolf had mistaken for love. He would have gladly followed Shiloh into oblivion as long as it meant he would never have to be alone again. He didn’t expect Shiloh to feel the same way, he was the dominant one in their relationship; the stud to his bitch, it was expected that he would be aloof to some extent, he could remember clearly how Church and Cricket had never been openly affectionate, or at least he believed they hadn’t, they had in truth only kept their affections clandestine for his benefit; Spider had always felt uncomfortable around men, and seeing them affectionate had made him feel ways that he understood as wrong. He understood why he had felt that way in hindsight, but the secret affections of his sister and her husband remained a secret that he would never know the truth to. Spider speaking

Perhaps he should give spider more credit. After all the boy had been obedient lately and that was enough to keep Shiloh happy. A healer.... now his mind was working. If he could just gather some fighters perhaps Shiloh wouldn't be doing this alone. Slaves perhaps but he was smarter than most. As his tail moved off to the side. He hummed for a second. "You may." he gave spider permission to follow him to the battlefield. "I fight, you heal I find more fighters. We conquer." he placed a paw carefully on Spider's shoulder.


The beast then stood up, stretched out his limbs as he stared out towards the task at hand. He was eager to get blood on his teeth. The feeling he'd long forgotten he needed it very much. As such his paws started to move, though he looked back to see if Spider was indeed following him. The boy was precious, his first slave he could be considered his lover Shiloh supposed. After all, maybe it was as close as he was gonna get to love.
"Shiloh." "You." Think.