[SilentFeather]

Fire Tail continued to sexually assault Blake, not caring about each outburst from him. He felt closer to his climax, panting heavily with his long pink tongue laying ever so lazily from his lower jaw a little bit. He felt as though he was on cloud nine. With a howl he spilled forth his thick, creamy, snow white colored seed inside of his unfortunate victim. He got up from above Blake, not caring about how much he had ruined the humans life. All he cared about was his now soothed body. Life was a dream. He sighed happily, feeling his once tense body slowly relaxing as he laid down on the lush, bright emerald green moss and yawned. He licked his powerful jaws, grooming his bright red fur till he was truly satisfied. He smirked once he was done, falling asleep. He remained that way until real life beckoned him to awaken. He awoke with a mutter.

Fire Tail awoke that night, seeing his prey where he left him lying at. He felt no single form of remorse. He got up, stretching out his arms and legs for a minute or so. He scratched behind one of his pointy ears with one of his back paws, sighing for a minute. He walked over to the naked presence of Blake, not afraid of what the human would do to him. He was now comfortable. He wanted his prey to follow him but when unable to he put his prey on his back, walking back to his beloved cave. It was plain but it was his home, he liked to be simple. That was truly his personality. Simple and plain was his likes.

Fire Tail gently put Blake down on the cold, hard rock ground. He laid down on the ground beside him. He had no form of caring bone in his body. He soon moved to Blake, wrapping his larger body around him, he must have been cold. He fell back to sleep, knowing that he was disgusted by humans but he wanted the pups inside of Blake to be alright. He could care less above their host but he knew that he had to keep Blake warm. He sighed and accepted that as it was much more.

Fire Tail dreamed nothing that night, all of his dreams were like that. Dreams were nothing to him. He was always told to believe in nothing but the lives of his clan. Now his beloved clan was gone. The ones responsible were the money hungry humans. Oh how he hated them with a burning passion. He wanted each and every one of them to truly suffer and perish.

Fire Tail slept soundly, feeling at peace. He stayed that way until morning. He shook himself, getting any filthy dirt and leaves from his flawless, bright red fur. He cared a great deal about how clean he was and did not care about how others judged him. Not a single bit. He was used to pampering himself, not worrying about the words of others. He was an alpha, a true leader. He always walked proudly with his head and tail held high. He was born a true leader, he needed to repopulate with another werewolf but he was the only one left. He began to hunt humans for breeding but they would each die due to birthing complications. It would be his duty to make sure that his sons or daughters did not become harmed by humans.