The sun was barely lingering above the trees and yet it seemed like the day would never end. Even the trees themselves had a look of exhaustion upon them. Not for this day, but for all the days of late and it left their branches frail  and barren. There were more leaves to be found scattered at the ground then hanging on the treetops. With a great sense of lifelessness hanging in the air it was hard to remain hopeful that food could be found in this forest.   
      Perhaps it was time for this wolf to move on. The sun had come and gone many times since I first laid eyes on this mass of trees.  Each time the sun took it’s turn to bake my flesh seemed to take longer than the last. Even now, my chest stewed in saliva from the constant drips of panting. At times it felt like moving at all was a chore. Rocks beneath the crunchy leaves seared my toes every time I stepped on one. Soon enough every pile of leaves began to look like a hole I could crawl into and hide. Where I could lay still and forget about the roasting elements. Yet, one paw continued to move behind the other because there was only one alternative and it meant staying in this forest forever. 
Ultimately, envy set in. There was a seemingly endless stretch of leaves and most of which were taking shelter in the thin shadows while the rest hid the painful coals. The painful cycle started to simmer the blood within my legs. Steps were becoming shaky and my paws were aching with each one. Almost as if there were pieces of the Earth skewered under the digits. I could barely bring myself to lift my paws anymore. Even the covers of my eyes were drawn to the ground where my paws dragged slowly. Thus my eyes were drawn in towards a towering wood cluster off in the distance. A great shadow was cast under its timber that must have been several times my own size. The longer I stared the hotter my fur felt. A burning sensation that threatened to ignite every fiber on my body until I clenched my toes together and just ran.  Faster and faster I ran forth shrugging whole piles of leaves away. It was in that very instance in which my mind was made up that the sun felt hotter than it had all day. Just as I could nearly feel the shade casting over my head those tired paws of mine stubbed on the Earth and slapped together as I went crashing into the shadow. Now my legs started to ache too as I laid on my back with the strong taste of dead trees in my mouth.  Though the bitter flavor on my tongue was nothing to deter me from the fact that the shade was mine. The grass felt soft and cool and the branches stretch out offering their protection. Even the rugged roots that propped up my backside were easily ignored.  With it, I sighed a deep warm breath and slowly inhaled the cool musk of the foliage.   
      By the time I caught my breath and looked up at the timber again shadows had stretched long and wide. So vast was their reach that every one of them nearly touched and casted a refreshing sight. Gradually the blood in my veins followed the same cooling trend. While strings under my flesh stopped twitching and the beads of saliva dried without a single disturbance my muscles continued to tingle. More so at my toes, which ached at the slightest, wiggle. Even lying on my side I could not escape the pain. Groaning all the way, I rolled over onto my back and let my legs sprawl out. With my paws alleviated from the rigid Earth the gentle breezes became that much more palpable It felt like little mice scurrying softly over my chest and down my crotch. I couldn’t help but to huff a gentle breath and lay back against the mighty timber. Every spot those invisible rodents touched pushed another pleasant breath from my chest. The more I paid attention to them the more it felt like they were gathering on my loins. Huddled over my hinds until it suddenly felt like there was not enough room between my thighs to house them. No more than a few second went by before I curled my body together to lick what little flesh protruded.  Shivers sparked as flesh met flesh. Every time the deed was repeated my pink fleshy penis grew stiffer and stiffer. It did not take very long before my sheath peeled and made room for more. In a short order I was laying out under the tree no longer concerned about the rumble in my belly, but instead on the rumble in my loins.  
	The hunger grew into a potent desperation for flesh. Strokes traveled down the pink organ until it was thoroughly covered in a residual trail of saliva. Though no sooner than I had made a penile connection between my muzzle and my crotch did I feel an alarming cold sensation under my tail. With a sharp yelp I jerked away from the intrusion only to have myself crashed back onto the Earth. Again, the cold intrusion prodded around my legs.  Bringing with it a tension that tickled over my spine and spread to each of my limbs. Paws twitching as I glimpsed up at the large set of legs bearing down on me. They were much like my own and far heavier. Staring at the sun-like fur on each one begged for a crimson rain. Before my fangs could bring out the red storm a familiar pleasure run under my tail.   The sensation of warm tongue on my tightly woven flesh evoked shivers and all semblance of reservation were shaken away.  An insurmountable urge to collaborate drew my tongue around the fleshy extension once more .  Which son became a male teat as I bobbed between my legs hungrily all while welcoming the stranger to have his way. I couldn’t get over how pleasant it felt to have one under my flap.  The way his cold nose bumped against my scrotum as he pushed on my backside. All the time turning and twisting to find new ways to shove his tongue further down my tailhole. Even as he often bit my rump in frustration for not being wide enough I couldn’t help but to purr pleasurably. Everything else seemed to fall out of concern and the only thing that mattered was th slimy proprietor of my pleasure. The building arousal made my tongue a vehicle for “pre”. All I could bring myself to do was to squeeze tightly on my cock’s very tip. Every passing second forth became a savory moment where the only thing I felt was saliva slicked muscle running the coarse of my back door. With each moment that went by my cock pulsed firmer and firmer against smothering lips. Beating quicker and more prominently every time forcing veins to protrude on the surface. Pulses could only reverberate so rapidly, could only take so much pressure, and withstand the stress of lust before all resistance crashed. When it did I felt my tunnel cave in around that warm anal auger. All the while my tongue was subject to bittersweet nectar squeezed from the fruits of labor.  One salty wave after another washed down my gullet and trickled down my throat setting the tide I had so dearly longed for. I rode the waves of orgasm until low tide settled in.  As the washing of pleasure reached a warm equilibrium I laid my head back and basked in it’s gentle current. Nearly completely motionless the sound of my own breath grew distant. Along with the touch of that warm tongue running over my erection. Even that pleasant sensation was quickly fainting. Just before I could feel nothing at all myt body was weighted under heavy warmth. It felt as if I were being sunk into the ocean by a furred anchor. With a final deep sigh I let it dull my senses. At last there was a harbor to be found from the heartless elements buried under this warmth.