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July 21, 2017

As if I’m a feather… Summer of Her Golden Wolf by Savanna Kougar

Wolf Spirit of the Golden Moon by Carol Cavalaris


Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~ 

Summer heat howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yep, the heat is on, on my tame prairie. And it’s haying time. My fields have been cut and the huge elephant bales dot the land waiting to be collected. 

Whew, the trials and tribulations of life never ceases. I so wish I could write regularly again. Anyway today, at the end of my half-mile, grassy drive, there was a large, mostly yellow, gorgeous butterfly who sadly was not among the living anymore. Butterfly was so dang beautiful, I couldn’t resist bringing him/her up to the house. 

Here are another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page. 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf


XI 
Mygawd, he’s carrying me as if I’m a feather. Shock raced through Kassy drumming her heart. Just what I need on top of anaphylactic shock. More shock. For a moment, the downright sexiness of the man hit Kassy, slapped her senses wide awake. Where was he taking her? His stride was decisive alright. Kassy couldn’t see the direction they headed. 
I’m taking you to my truck to revive you. 
Kassy stilled inside. Did I really hear those words? 
Telepathy. Yes, I’m speaking to you, beautiful woman. 
Beautiful woman? More shock wave-rolled through Kassy. She mentally shook herself. No. Stop. Stop.

XII 
I can’t put you down. Leave you unattended. Howls, his woman felt deliciously perfect in his arms. 
Moments later she stiffened. Wriggling slightly, she came out of her seizure. Relief washed through Zorzun down to the soles of his feet.  
“Put me down. I can walk now.” 
“Are you sure you’re okay?” 
“Put me down, please.”  
Reluctance stabbed Zorzun. Yet he carefully placed her on her feet. When she steadied, he stepped back.
Watching him warily she backed away. “Thanks for your help. I can manage now.” 
She turned, and Zorzun leashed himself shoving his hands in his jean pockets. 

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July 16, 2017

“Oh no.” Kassy held her breath… Summer of Her Golden Wolf by Savanna Kougar

 

One of the golden fur wolves in Wolf Peak Territory … a snapshot. 

Orginally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~ 

*Dog Days of Summer* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Aww…summer life on my tame prairie… yesterday, I had the extreme pleasure of watching a beautiful brown hummingbird through my fave western-facing window … Hummingbird came close a few times, only a couple of feet away… what a joy, and hummingbirds are supposed to be good luck. I sure do hope so. I could use it. 

A couple of nights before, I had a toad encounter. I’d seen a few tiny baby toads hopping about outside my backdoor and on the gravel grassy driveway… anyway, it was about three in the morning when I heard this crinkling sound. I thought it was a mouse who had gotten into the house. Since the crinkling wouldn’t stop, I smacked the area with a pillow more than several times hoping that would frighten the critter away, so I could go back to sleep. Nope. Then, I caught a quick glimpse of this critter that hopped high… so, the ole brain kicked in, and upon further inspection I found a calming sitting half-grown toad. Having had a toad friend many years ago, who would go to the door to be let out, I have a real fondness for the toadikans kind. Since it’s dangerous for Toad to be in the house, well, the chase ensued… and it was a merry one indeed… with small box in hand and a makeshift lid, I did my utmost to convince cute toad to jump in and let me put him/her outside… after many failures, finally I was able to urge Toad to jump inside, once again, and I got the lid on fast enough… well, Toad didn’t jump against the lid at all, and I got him/her outside, then gently turned the box so *born free* toad could be on his/her way. With decorum, Toad left the box, and casually hopped away… and didn’t seem to be traumatized at all. Of course, I told toadikans that I was only trying to help him/her go outside. The only problem with this chase, I desperately needed uninterrupted sleep… but that’s the way it goes, and I do like those toadies. Always have, since I was a kid and watched them in the basement window wells of our house. Live free and happy, Toadie cutie. 

So, yes, I managed another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page. 


Summer of Her Golden Wolf 



IX 
“Oh no.” Kassy held her breath and covered her nose. Too late. A couple wearing clothing saturated by cigarette smoke passed by. “Allergic. Don’t call 911. Please, don’t. They’ll kill me,” she gasped out before the seizure hit. Her knees buckled, and Kassy collapsed, helpless, unable to speak. Yet she remained conscious, aware, as usual. 
Zorzun’s strong arms, amazingly strong, caught her. “How do I help you?” His whispered words felt intimate. Somehow. 
Can’t speak. Dammit. Frustration knifed Kassy, and she wished like hell the seizure would end quickly. She never knew how long it would last. Only that she recovered.


Zorzun held the limp body of his woman close. “It’s okay,” he told several people who looked on with concern, and were poised to call 911. Lifting her into his arms, he added, “she had the flu recently. I’ll take her to the hospital, have her checked out.” As he strode toward his blue Ranger truck, Zorzun performed a mental scan automatically. What was wrong with her? He’d have to search deeper. No matter what, he’d find a way to heal her. Zorzun figured the curvaceous redhead was in her fifties. No problem. He owned a hundred and fifty-five years. 

 
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July 7, 2017

Kassy fumed and frowned, hearing… Summer of Her Golden Wolf by Savanna Kougar

Painting of a wolf family enjoying summer in Wolf Peak Territory. 

Orginally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Summer-strolling howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

My latest domestic adventure? Dealing with a small freezer I ordered since my old fridge is losing ground when it comes to cooling. Once again, my kind neighbor came through, and I managed to maneuver this chest freezer into position…that is, once I did another rearranging and cleaning project. It’s amazing what you find sometimes, that you forgot you had. ~grins~ 

Okay, I was a guest on Delilah Devlin’s blog yesterday. The title of my post is: The Shooting Star Rise of the American Cowboy ~http://www.delilahdevlin.com/blog/2017/07/06/savanna-kougar-the-shooting-star-rise-of-the-american-cowboy~ 

Anyway, I think I did pretty fair job of answering my opening question: Why do I love writing cowboy heroes in paranormal settings? 

Alrighty then…I checked out the Smashwords survey wanting to discover a possible direction … or what to concentrate on … that is, if I ever get enough time and energy to write regularly again. It’s really been frustrating! ~big sighs~ However, I didn’t discover any useful direction. Although, it’s good to know ROMANCE NOVELS are still the big sellers. 

Yes, I managed two more flashes with my heroine, Kassy, and her hero, Zorzun. 

Also, I made a page~check the tabs above~for SUMMER OF HER GOLDEN WOLF… ’cause eventually this flash-scene story will get too long to post every time. 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf

I

“Where are the ghosts?” someone jokingly called out. Kassy laughed along with the rest of the group touring the Bannack, Montana ghost town. 

“Mining for gold, what else?” the guide shot back, then launched into her recitation of Bannack’s gold rush history. 

Kassy trailed behind studying the old-timey tools inside the ore crushing mill. What had life been like, really? For moments eery whispers bombarded her head. As quickly, they stopped. What the…? 

Real ghosts? 

No, we live. The image of a young handsome man appeared holding an open bag of gold nuggets. 

Dumbstruck, Kassy murmured, “Gold fever never dies.” 

II 

Shapeshifter, Zorzun, used his wolf nose to sniff the summer wind gently sweeping through Bannack. He sought the bold half god who had telepathically contacted Dante, the alpha werewolf leader of Wolf Peak Territory. Claiming to possess vital intel, the rogue deity finally convinced the Peak’s Circle of Witches of his beneficent intention. Zorzun had been chosen as Dante’s ‘trusted one’ to meet with Pellegro. After all, he’d previously interacted with another god dynasty on Earth. Yet instead of Pellegro’s power-potent essence, Zorzun caught whiffs of the most divine female scent. The woman was human. But her lineage was rare. 

III

“Did you hear that?” A tall sexy man asked over his shoulder. He reminded Kassy of a strutting rooster—certainly with that shock of red hair. 

“What did your hear?” she asked, playing it safe. 

He faced her, a smile playing on his lips. “The whispers,” he paused. His blue-gray eyes glittered…yes, supernaturally. “Whispers from those who live in our past.” 

“Yes, whispers,” she admitted. “But I didn’t hear anything specific…until…”

“Until?” He raised a brow truly interested. 

“A vision,” she hesitated, “of a miner with gold nuggets. He spoke.” 

“Pardon me,” he looked above her, “the wolf arrives.” 

IV 

She drew him like a super-charged magnet. Zorzun forced himself to continue his casual stride toward Hendricks Mill, where the mined gold had been processed. Howl about fate’s inopportune timing. Here he was on a mission, and mating excitement gnawed at him with vicious fangs. He hadn’t even seen her. Not yet. Wait! Zorzun halted in his tracks, sniffing again. By the grace of Mother Shining Moon, the demigod’s supernatural odor slapped his nostrils. More intriguing, the woman’s scent mingled with Pellegro’s. They stood together inside the ore mill. Howls, yes! Zorzun hurried his steps as fast as he dared. 

“Wolf?” Kassy blurted out. Damn, wish I hadn’t said that. Leave, she told herself, before something weird, something not-good happens. Intending to slip around Mr. Rooster Guy, instead Kassy found herself sandwiched between two tall muscular men. Very *yum* muscular men. Her breath jerked inward. As quick, the air whooshed out of her lungs. Great, how embarrassing. “Excuse me.” Kassy took a step. The wolf, as Mr. Rooster called him…he moved with her, blocking her escape. “Pellegro, may I assume?” Mr. Wolf’s deep resonant voice shivery-melted Kassy—to her shock. No, no! She stiffened her spine. “Get out of my way.” 

VI 

“Pellegro, may I assume?” Zorzun made damn certain the flame-haired woman remained caged between him and the half-god. 

“Get out of my way.” Even though her tone was soft, controlled, her words pelted him, both ice and fire. 

“Ma’am, I’d like a word with you. Please.” 

“What for?” 

Picking up her mental vibes, Zorzun knew the woman pressed against him, wished like hell she could stomp his foot. Leave. Given he sported cowboy boots, and she wore running shoes, he was safe. Zorzun grinned to himself. 

“At your service. To whom am I speaking?” Pellegro smirked, understanding glinting his eyes. 

VII 

Now what? Kassy fumed and frowned, hearing… 

“Zorzun is my handle. Dante sends his regards. Where would you like to speak?” 

Zorzun, what an unusual name. Does he have to feel this good? Dammit!  Irritated, her anger rising, Kassy wriggled wanting to edge her way out. Nope, she stopped. He liked it  too much. 

Should I scream, make a scene? 

“There’s quite the lovely picnic spot by the water at Vigilante campground. Do you know the area?” Pellegro’s accent intrigued Kassy. Who was Mr. Rooster?  

“I do. Should I bring lunch?” Zorzun cupped her shoulder, so gently she couldn’t complain. 

VIII 

The woman he thought of his already, the woman he touched, singed him with her inner fire. Given her fury to be free of him, Zorzun figured he should be going up in flames. Howls, he’d be on mating fire once they… 

“I have enough lunch to share.” The smirk stayed on Pellegro’s face. “I’ll expect you in an hour. Bring a bottle of wine. You are a connoisseur, correct?” 

“Your preference?” Zorzun arched his brows. 

“Surprise me.” 

Before he could blink, the half god spun away, and was strolling down the path. 

“Wow, where did he go?” his woman murmured. 

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July 1, 2017

“Wolf?” Kassy blurted out… Summer of Her Golden Wolf by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

*Summer On the Tame Prairie* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Here’s hoping you have a wonderful FOURTH celebration! 

The butterflies have just been exquisite this year, and often dancing-flit with each other. Oh, today, I did have a scare when I trekked back from my mailbox. Unknown to me, a bee flew down the back of my shirt. I felt this like bites twice on my upper back…not too painful. But I ended up taking the shirt off, which was a very good thing, since the bee flew off… it hadn’t stung me too deeply, and I made it back to the house without the severe *can’t breathe* stuff kicking in. I took my Aller-Max capsules, felt some systems, but was okay a couple of hours later. Thank you, Divine. 

Okay then, I did pen the next two hundred-word flashes for … 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf 

I

“Where are the ghosts?” someone jokingly called out. Kassy laughed along with the rest of the group touring the Bannack, Montana ghost town. 

“Mining for gold, what else?” the guide shot back, then launched into her recitation of Bannack’s gold rush history. 

Kassy trailed behind studying the old-timey tools inside the ore crushing mill. What had life been like, really? For moments eery whispers bombarded her head. As quickly, they stopped. What the…? 

Real ghosts? 

No, we live. The image of a young handsome man appeared holding an open bag of gold nuggets. 

Dumbstruck, Kassy murmured, “Gold fever never dies.” 

II 

Shapeshifter, Zorzun, used his wolf nose to sniff the summer wind gently sweeping through Bannack. He sought the bold half god who had telepathically contacted Dante, the alpha werewolf leader of Wolf Peak Territory. Claiming to possess vital intel, the rogue deity finally convinced the Peak’s Circle of Witches of his beneficent intention. Zorzun had been chosen as Dante’s ‘trusted one’ to meet with Pellegro. After all, he’d previously interacted with another god dynasty on Earth. Yet instead of Pellegro’s power-potent essence, Zorzun caught whiffs of the most divine female scent. The woman was human. But her lineage was rare. 

III

“Did you hear that?” A tall sexy man asked over his shoulder. He reminded Kassy of a strutting rooster—certainly with that shock of red hair. 

“What did your hear?” she asked, playing it safe. 

He faced her, a smile playing on his lips. “The whispers,” he paused. His blue-gray eyes glittered…yes, supernaturally. “Whispers from those who live in our past.” 

“Yes, whispers,” she admitted. “But I didn’t hear anything specific…until…”

“Until?” He raised a brow truly interested. 

“A vision,” she hesitated, “of a miner with gold nuggets. He spoke.” 

“Pardon me,” he looked above her, “the wolf arrives.” 

IV 

She drew him like a super-charged magnet. Zorzun forced himself to continue his casual stride toward Hendricks Mill, where the mined gold had been processed. Howl about fate’s inopportune timing. Here he was on a mission, and mating excitement gnawed at him with vicious fangs. He hadn’t even seen her. Not yet. Wait! Zorzun halted in his tracks, sniffing again. By the grace of Mother Shining Moon, the demigod’s supernatural odor slapped his nostrils. More intriguing, the woman’s scent mingled with Pellegro’s. They stood together inside the ore mill. Howls, yes! Zorzun hurried his steps as fast as he dared. 

“Wolf?” Kassy blurted out. Damn, wish I hadn’t said that. Leave, she told herself, before something weird, something not-good happens. Intending to slip around Mr. Rooster Guy, instead Kassy found herself sandwiched between two tall muscular men. Very *yum* muscular men. Her breath jerked inward. As quick, the air whooshed out of her lungs. Great, how embarrassing. “Excuse me.” Kassy took a step. The wolf, as Mr. Rooster called him…he moved with her, blocking her escape. “Pellegro, may I assume?” Mr. Wolf’s deep resonant voice shivery-melted Kassy—to her shock. No, no! She stiffened her spine. “Get out of my way.” 

VI 

“Pellegro, may I assume?” Zorzun made damn certain the flame-haired woman remained caged between him and the half-god. 

“Get out of my way.” Even though her tone was soft, controlled, her words pelted him, both ice and fire. 

“Ma’am, I’d like a word with you. Please.” 

“What for?” 

Picking up her mental vibes, Zorzun knew the woman pressed against him, wished like hell she could stomp his foot. Leave. Given he sported cowboy boots, and she wore running shoes, he was safe. Zorzun grinned to himself. 

“At your service. To whom am I speaking?” Pellegro smirked, understanding glinting his eyes. 

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June 19, 2017

Summer of Her Golden Wolf ~ An Ongoing Flash-Scene Story by Savanna Kougar

This Week In Wolf Peak Territory: Playing In the Wildflower Daisy Field … The Cubs Are Hiding

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~ 

Summer-firefly howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

The fireflies on the tame prairie have been absolutely magickal this year. Even during a rainshower they flew and flitted and flashed there colorful lights. The scene was surreal, a beautiful surreal that I can’t quite describe. In fact, I never felt anything like it. 

So, I managed another 200 words in my flash-scene story. Included is last week’s beginning scene, then the next two flashes. 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf 

I

“Where are the ghosts?” someone jokingly called out. Kassy laughed along with the rest of the group touring the Bannack, Montana ghost town. 

“Mining for gold, what else?” the guide shot back, then launched into her recitation of Bannack’s gold rush history. 

Kassy trailed behind studying the old-timey tools inside the ore crushing mill. What had life been like, really? For moments eery whispers bombarded her head. As quickly, they stopped. What the…? 

Real ghosts? 

No, we live. The image of a young handsome man appeared holding an open bag of gold nuggets. 

Dumbstruck, Kassy murmured, “Gold fever never dies.” 

II 

Shapeshifter, Zorzun, used his wolf nose to sniff the summer wind gently sweeping through Bannack. He sought the bold half god who had telepathically contacted Dante, the alpha werewolf leader of Wolf Peak Territory. Claiming to possess vital intel, the rogue deity finally convinced the Peak’s Circle of Witches of his beneficent intention. Zorzun had been chosen as Dante’s ‘trusted one’ to meet with Pellegro. After all, he’d previously interacted with another god dynasty on Earth. Yet instead of Pellegro’s power-potent essence, Zorzun caught whiffs of the most divine female scent. The woman was human. But her lineage was rare. 

III

“Did you hear that?” A tall sexy man asked over his shoulder. He reminded Kassy of a strutting rooster—certainly with that shock of red hair. 

“What did your hear?” she asked, playing it safe. 

He faced her, a smile playing on his lips. “The whispers,” he paused. His blue-gray eyes glittered…yes, supernaturally. “Whispers from those who live in our past.” 

“Yes, whispers,” she admitted. “But I didn’t hear anything specific…until…”

“Until?” He raised a brow truly interested. 

“A vision,” she hesitated, “of a miner with gold nuggets. He spoke.” 

“Pardon me,” he looked above her, “the wolf arrives.” 

IV 

She drew him like a super-charged magnet. Zorzun forced himself to continue his casual stride toward Hendricks Mill, where the mined gold had been processed. Howl about fate’s inopportune timing. Here he was on a mission, and mating excitement gnawed at him with vicious fangs. He hadn’t even seen her. Not yet. Wait! Zorzun halted in his tracks, sniffing again. By the grace of Mother Shining Moon, the demigod’s supernatural odor slapped his nostrils. More intriguing, the woman’s scent mingled with Pellegro’s. They stood together inside the ore mill. Howls, yes! Zorzun hurried his steps as fast as he dared. 

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June 12, 2017

Summer of Her Golden Wolf ~ A Flash-Scene Story by Savanna Kougar

Summer lounging in Wolf Peak Territory

 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION


June 8, 2017 

Summer-heat howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, one of my latest mundane adventures… my ten year old fridge decided not to cool that well anymore. The freezer still works well, however. Given my current circumstances and the fact that I really have no one to assist me, I ordered a small inexpensive fridge thinking I could get that sucker inside the house easily enough… well first, UPS wouldn’t deliver it half-a-mile up the gate because my drive was a bit overgrown… after wrangling with that situation on the phone, I ended up calling my neighbor to find out if there was any way he could help me out. Turns out he still had his pickup, and had no problem bringing the fridge over… okay, that finally worked out since UPS could deliver the fridge to him… now, said fridge is sitting at my back door waiting on me to rearrange things inside because I couldn’t get it all done before delivery… well, the rearranging project has proven to be much bigger than I thought — but what isn’t, right? I’m hoping things will go smoothly from this point forward *fingers crossed* … I did discover a stash of raw honey, though, that I’d purchased to stock up several years ago … honey never goes bad. It’s a survival *good for your health* food. 

Sighs… as far as my writing… lots of desire and good intentions. However, life has been cruel in that regard. The days fly by and I’m lucky to get enough done just to keep going, just hang in there… plus, the health problems aren’t helping. Although, I might have figured out a couple of good remedies… seems so, anyway. 

Yep, it is really painful not being able to write regularly… the ideas, everything is still there — waiting, I just can’t get the time and enough energy. Or, I’m paddling upstream as fast as I can, it’s just not fast enough. 

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June 12, 2017 

So, shapeshifter lovers, per usual I got interrupted in completing this post. Yep, I had to get everything arranged and cleaned – a big project – for my new small fridge – which thank you! Divine, is working well. But who knew you couldn’t just plug it in… nope, there is a procedure, if you actually read the directions. 

Anyway, I did manage to begin a flash-scene story set in my beloved Wolf Peak Territory. Or, I should say, the story begins in the 1830s gold mining town, now a ghost town – Bannack, Montana. If you’re interested in this preserved ghost town, there’s lots of fascinating info on the web…just do a search. 

Note: I will attempt to regularly pen this flash story, 200 words at a time. But I just can’t promise, given the unpredictability of my life. 

Now, meet Kassy and Zorzun… 


Summer of Her Golden Wolf 

I
“Where are the ghosts?” someone jokingly called out. Kassy laughed along with the rest of the group touring the Bannack, Montana ghost town. 
“Mining for gold, what else?” the guide shot back, then launched into her recitation of Bannack’s gold rush history. 
Kassy trailed behind studying the old-timey tools inside the ore crushing mill. What had life been like, really? For moments eery whispers bombarded her head. As quickly, they stopped. What the…? 
Real ghosts? 
No, we live. The image of a young handsome man appeared holding an open bag of gold nuggets. 
Dumbstruck, Kassy murmured, “Gold fever never dies.” 

II 
Shapeshifter, Zorzun, used his wolf nose to sniff the summer wind gently sweeping through Bannack. He sought the bold half god who had telepathically contacted Dante, the alpha werewolf leader of Wolf Peak Territory. Claiming to possess vital intel, the rogue deity finally convinced the Peak’s Circle of Witches of his beneficent intention. Zorzun had been chosen as Dante’s ‘trusted one’ to meet with Pellegro. After all, he’d previously interacted with another god dynasty on Earth. Yet instead of Pellegro’s power-potent essence, Zorzun caught whiffs of the most divine female scent. The woman was human. But her lineage was rare. 

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May 24, 2017

Inspiration: the naked wolf showed up… by Savanna Kougar


Recently observed in Wolf Peak Territory 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Gentle-rain howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Ah, life on my tame prairie, what an interesting nature-adventure at times. My sister had sent me some pants for my birthday…she’s really good at shopping. Anyway, there’s always this horrible perfumey stuff that just won’t wash out very fast, that I’m allergic too. So, I’d hung these four sets of pants out on the line to air them out… well, it took much longer than I figured it would take, and today when I checked the smell, which had finally faded mostly, I decided to wash one pair again… I only wash one pair at a time with the other clothes because the perfume stuff stinks up the other garments, and stinks up my pets’ blankets… however, as I began lifting one pair of pants off the line, a bird winged into the nearby deep-grass foliage… well, guess what, this little bird has built a lovely nest inside one leg of the pants, and there were several eggs… I was definitely shocked, seeing those little eggs … I quickly replaced the pants on the line, and I hope mother bird will keep sitting on her eggs … sighs… but, wow, I had no idea something like that would ever occur… who knew? 

So, I only get to do piecemeal writing, right now, given my time is still severely restricted, and my energy levels remain unpredictable…yep, I’m having to look for health solutions. And yes, it’s becoming a major frustration, since I miss getting to write regularly. Yeah, how do I solve this situation? 

Anyway, today on my tame prairie I was returning from my mailbox, about half a mile away, and after I closed the gate across my drive, I leaned over to pick up a delivery box… and splat! Yep, some birdie let loose and mulberry poop grazed my hair then hit the box… amusing in one way… long ago, I used to make a joke about lucky bird poop whenever my car’s windshield got hit … so, I’m hoping this is a lucky poop strike… ~grinz~ 

Okay, on the writerly inspiration front, the naked wolf showed up… as I was in the twilight zone before slipping into sleep, an extraordinarily handsome, very large wolf was with my heroine, and was her protector … however later, Mr. Wolf shapeshifted into a naked sexy man in the heroine’s boudoir … he was showing off his nude assets, and asking the heroine what she thought of his physique … if he was attractive enough to be her husband…a spirited conversation ensues between them… but that’s part of the plot, that is, as it unfolded inside my head. 

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May 13, 2017

Her Resplendent Refuge … and HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! by Savanna Kougar


Wolf Mother, she is a new arrival in Wolf Peak Territory, having time-traveled from the days of Odin. 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Sunny day howls and yowls, shapeshifters. 

Yes, I’m still here…it seems like life is taking its toll way too much during these turbulent times. Plus, my foot was seriously injured when I slipped on a patch of mud. My foot, and my leg, bent backward at a very awkward angle—very painfully stretching my muscles, ligaments, and tissues. Fortunately, I had topicals like arnica gel and Tei-fu lotion, and natural anti-inflammatory supplements on hand. I’ve also learned over the years that if you can get up and walk, despite the agony, the healing happens much faster…not to mention, I have to be able to at least limp around…there’s only me to get stuff done. Thankfully, my foot, my ankle, and my leg is healing well…yep, I am MORE THAN THANKFUL FOR THAT MIRACLE. 

However, being able to write steadily has suffered, despite all the good ideas I get…no time, baby, no energy, and having to focus on healing myself so I can remain mobile. 

Okay, I am considering writing one of my erotic romance novels 200-500 words at a time, and putting that on the Shapeshifter Seduction blog daily. However, realistically, am I up to that? Yeah, I don’t know. I wish…I wish… 

Btw… the MY SEXY SATURDAY blog hop is on hiatus until June 1, 2017. 

ANYWAY, here’s the beginning of a blog I began, but never finished ’cause everything got in the way.

April 4, 2017 

Spring rainstorm howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Omygosh, what a crazy, not-fun week, in several ways. However, some situations have resolved themselves. Thank Goodness! So, I just might be able to write this blog. 

So, three or four days ago, it was raining when I awoke and heeded the call of nature. I looked out the window to see if I could tell how hard it was raining on my tame prairie…it was about six in the morning… well, all of a sudden a lightning bolt flashed so close it looked like it hit the ground right outside the window…I saw the bolt, then immediately the light was a blinding flash…what followed was a boom of thunder so strong it felt like the sound waves struck the roof above me, then hit my window…  I was touching the window, and it shook like crazy. I thought my window was about to break… I’ve certainly felt thunder-booms shake the entire house, but this was different in a way I can’t explain — the terrifically strong vibration of it… and, there was no previous thunder … okay, truthfully, I had to wonder if some force had it out for me…have I inadvertently displeased the Great Spirit??? If so, I have no idea what or how. 

Be that as it may, I’m still here and relatively whole — and still kicking, somewhat anyway. And, yes, I’m still trying to get time to write. But that isn’t working out too well, so far, given the overwhelming demands of my life. However, ideas and plot points for Wyoming Wrangler are brewing, and I’m writing them down diligently. 

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Continuing the blog from this morning: There was a lovely sunset this evening on my tame prairie, an ephemeral shade of orange-pink

Here’s WIP I began, temporarily titled: Her Resplendent Refuge … which is an otherworld erotic romance… 

Weary, numb inside—yet, apprehension tightens and flutters my stomach as I enter the designated interview room. Nothing decorative or unique to see. It looks like I’ve walked into a colossal egg. There’s no decoration, only a green-grayish sheen on the gently rounded walls. 

Complete neutrality, I think. 

A slender woman with an air of *I’m in charge* efficiency enters. Her one-piece, medical garment almost matches the room’s interior. Although, her platinum-colored hair is purely human in expression—an attractive, upswept style that accentuates  her pleasant features. 

“Please, have a seat, Shovani Kemyu of the Wzan Clan.” She offers a genuine smile then indicates the white chair before her simple work station—the only chair. 

With fatigue sucking at my insides, I slip onto the surprisingly comfortable seat, rest my arms on the chair’s arms, and let the back support me. Perched on an elongated funnel, the chair is still utterly stable. 

I draw in a long breath preparing to answer the woman’s questions, which I understand could be quite extensive. 

“I am Rhuria, Counselor for the Ptaddar Empire. I alone am responsible for approving your status as wife to one of our High Warrior leaders.” With efficiency of movement she positions herself to fully face me. 

“May I ask a question before we begin?” 

“Of course, what is it?” 

“I understand this an age-old custom of your culture, to allow these type of marriages. However, if there is no longer a shortage of Ptaddar women, why does the custom continue?” 

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April 17, 2017

Belated Happy Easter From Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Showing the Cubs How It’s Done 
Must Hsve Chocolate Egg 
New Easter Shapeshifter Babies
A Good Fairy Witch Who Lives In the Peak Enjoys the Easter Celebration 
Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.
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March 23, 2017

Wolf Peak Territory ~ The Animal Side of Springtime by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION … 

Spring is springing *Howls and Yowls*, shapeshifter lovers.

Spring is certainly transforming my tame prairie to a new loveliness. I’ve even seen a two butterflies, unusual this early in the year …. still, the weather has been unseasonably warm overall with only a few freezing-cold days … fortunately, knock on wood, the beautiful peach blossoms on my young peach tree have survived … and yes, the birdies are singing and flitting busily about … yep, I’ve seen several cardinal gatherings. 

I so wish Mother Earth would be loved and appreciated, with NO pesticides dumped on her … I wish we, the human race, would live closer to the land, and would naturally grow an abundance of food for ALL — quit with the Big Agra thing. Apologies, but I LOVE Mother Earth, and we could create a garden paradise in all of our communities.

Anyway, I’ve been slowly working on Wyoming Wrangler, and have discovered the hero, Daletori…his race of people, have an inner soul animal, which can manifest outside, or separately as a protector. Of course, it’s all a bit more complex than that… yes, the story is emerging. Oh, and I came up with how Symona and Dale’s erotic love story will conclude as their happily ever after.

Here it is, a sampling of shapeshifters in their animal forms enjoying the arrival of springtime.

One of Dante, the leader of Wolf Peak Territory…this is one of his nephews, who are following in his paw tracks. 

 

 

A young wolf’s fancy turns to love… 

 

 

Amber Eyes…He trains all those who live in the Peak how best to defend themselves. 

 

The youngest wolf cub in the Peak. 

 

Lots of wolf babes this year in the Peak. 

 

Love you, mom!

 

Who can resist this little wolf cutie? Someone is always picking him up for a hug and a cuddle. 

 

A young shy wolfess. Don’t worry she’ll be encouraged to come out and play. 
Springtime fun for the deer shifters. 
Proud momma shows off her adorable baby. 

 

 

Tree hugging tiger style. He leads the Earth Day celebrations. 

 

The Cougaress enjoys some spring playtime. 
One of the Bobcat Beauties in Wolf Peak Territory out for a spring stroll. 
One of the curious Bobcat babies. 
The Pantheress and her cub sunning themselves. 
Bunny shifters abound and bound over the spring meadows. 
Big Momma Bear shifter and her baby, everyone loves watching them.
Young Bear shifter, cousin of Ben, joins in the springtime fun. 
Two of the Turkle family strutting their stuff. 

 

The latest foal shifter born in Wolf Peak Territory. 
Young horse shifter cavorting in the spring sunshine.

 

Meadow rolling, a springtime tradition. 

 

 

The Shifter Stallion Games … A Spring Ritual 

One of the unicorns in Wolf Peak Territory greets Spring. 

Moonrise Lake, the small town in Wolf Peak Territory, starts a new annual event: The Spring Flower Fashion Show


The Bunny girl entrant. 

 

The Cougaress adorns herself for the fashion show. 
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