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June 22, 2018

Summer Solstice At Wolf Peak Territory…The Story of StoneHenge by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Grandfather Shaman Wolf Speaks the Stories of Stonehenge In the Ancient of Days During the Summer Solstice Celebration

Now the Crowds Gather At Stonehenge To Greet and Celebrate the Reign of the Great Sun…In the Beginning the Stonehenge Circle Brought Forth the Magic of Time Travel, of Journeying Amid the Stars … This Accomplished Through a Joining of Natural Forces and Technology 
Once the Giants Roamed This Land…One Race of These Mighty Men and Women Designed and Built Stonehenge. This Was Done With Great Skill, With the Knowledge of the Atlantean Wise Ones
It Was the Mystical and Creative Power of Women, Women Who Stood In Their Tue Spiritual Power…These Sourceresses Activated the Magnificent Energies of Mother Earth Marrying These Sacred Frequencies With the Crystal and Bronze Stargate 
Many Mammoths Were the Personal Pets of the Stonehenge Ancient Ones. They Would Often Assist With the Tasks of This Megalithic Stone-Energy Cosmic Culture 
For a Great Age of Time the Stonehenge Stargate Brought Celestial Families Together Once Again, After the Many Space Wars That Devastated Planets and Entire Solar Systems
The Moon, As a Rescue Starship, Delivered Several Races to Mars, Then To a Earth…Even to Venus. 
During the Genetic-Creation of Animals Upon Earth — After the Second Raging Colossal Flood — the Beloved Unicorns Danced At Many Stargate Sites, and Were Favorites of Visiting OtherWorlders 
Once Upon a Fabulous Age, Stonehenge Lived, a Waystation For Star Travelers, For Those Who Journeyed Through Time, a Sacred Temple of the Feminine and Masculine Joined As ONE…Yes, the Unicorn Remembers and Dreams of That Age, and Believes This Wondrous World Will Be Brought Forth Again — Where ALL Will Dance To the Ever-changing Music of the Starry Cosmos
So Speaks Grandfather Shaman Wolf…  
 
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April 1, 2018

Hoppy Easter, Happy Ostara In Wolf Peak’s Territory by Savanna Kougar

Hoppy Greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

The shapeshifters and supernaturals who live in Wolf Peak Territory are incredibly busy protecting their land, their hidden town. and their immense-in-size subterranean complex — during these evolutionary-revolutionary times. However, here are some images that celebrate life in the Peak at Easter/Ostara time. 

There are many Goddesses and Demi Goddesses of various heritages, dimensions, and eras who have made the Peak their home. It is a time of the Great Ascension Gathering. 

Bunny pets are a favorite of many supernatural races in the Peak. 

Riding the Wild Hare, Transportation For Some. And the Hare Races In Spring Are a Popular Sport. 

The Fairy Children Adore Their Rabbit Friends. 

Yes, There Is a Replica of Stone Henge In Wolf Peak Territory. Beautiful Rituals, Sacred Ceremonies, and All Manner of Celebrations Are Held At This Magickal Circle. 

Recently Arrived, This Early Celtic Goddes Brought Her Bear Protector and Beloved Pet. 

A Descendent of Ostara Loving the Animals. They Are All Safe At Her Home In the Peak. No Predators Allowed.  

Artwork By One of the Peak’s Much Accomplished Artists. 

Another Creative Magickal Work By a Rabbit Shapeshifter Woman Who Is A Well-Loved Artist. 

Dreaming the Natural World Into Existence, the Fae Folk of Wolf Peak Territory 

A Portait of Bunny Love In the Peak 

Have a Magickal Shapeshifting Springtime! 
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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

February 26, 2018

Year of the Earth Dog … He’s Movin’ In by Savanna Kougar

Belated HAPPY CHINESE YEAR OF THE EARTH DOG, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, I’ve been so topsy-turvy inundated with things that have to be done, that I haven’t been able to post lately. You know celebrate THE DOG, or the year of the dog shapeshifters in Wolf Peak Territory, who are, yes, doin’ a lot of celebrating. 

Years ago I wrote this flash scene starring an Akita dog shifter and the space alien women he rescues… the scene has been updated to the current Wolf Peak Territory timeline. 

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August 30, 2011 

The Big Dog’s Movin’ In 

New Moon howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yep, this flash scene is going to the dogs. And I couldn’t even get to the part where Dante hires the hero as one of his top lieutenants at the Pleasure Club. Still, I hope you enjoy. 

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The Big Dog’s Movin’ In 

Not bothering with headlights once dusk melted into night, Daebo relied on his superior eyesight, maneuvering over the backwoods road at a good clip in his trusty all-terrain truck, one he’d hand built. 

Yeah, and it was a new moon night. Darkness fell like a big ole blanket. So, some of his so-called skills were downright handy. Especially, since he’d needed to get out of town fast. 

Hell’s own, he hadn’t even hung around long enough to find out which of the alphabet soup agencies wanted a piece of his large honkin’ ass… or wanted his blood… damn their souls, if they even possessed one… hell, his hair would do. They always pilfered his brushes and combs, and scooped out his shower drain. 

Or, it might have been one of the top criminal organizations he’d pissed off over the years. Like the Yakuza.  

“Now, we’re howlin’.” Daebo cranked up the sound on his old analogue radio. “Shout out bark to Hank, the big dog Williams, Jr… and Daddy Hank.”

I came in last night and I don’t know when.

That woman of mine she wouldn’t let me in.

I said Move it on over. Move it on over.

Move over little dog ’cause the big dog’s movin’ in. 

Daebo rumbled along with the tune, adding, “Synchronicity is out to get me, and lickin’ at my tail-waggin’ butt.” 

She told me once, she told me twice.

I don’t take no gal’s advice.

Pack it on over. Move it on over.

Move over old dog ’cause the new dog’s movin’ in.

“Ain’t got no gal, ain’t got no home now… but, move it on over. This big dog’s movin’ in… somewhere.” Daebo barked a few notes, his inner Akita wanting to come out and play. 

Yeah, he’d have to shift soon. He didn’t want to lose even seconds of morphing speed. Besides, it was the best way to stretch his muscles — a good run over the forest floor. He’d been driving for over twelve hours now. 

She told me not to mess around.

I done let that deal go down.

Slide it on over. Move it on over.

Move over skinny dog ’cause the fat dog’s movin’ in.

“The fat dog needs to relieve himself. Hike his leg on the nearest stump,” Daebo growly sang. Peering deep into the old forest, home of Big Foot, he slowed and scanned for a less dense area where he could keep a watch out for any of his assorted enemies. 

The dog house here is kinda small,

But it’s got good sounds and they’re wall-to-wall.

Get it on over. Move it on over.

Move over Little dog ’cause the new dog’s movin’ in.

“Tired of small cramped apartments…tired of hidin’ my canine nature. This dog’s movin’ on, and movin’ into larger digs.” If he’d had any wrangling experience, Daebo would have looked for work on a ranch. Maybe… except he didn’t want to bring no trouble down on anyone. One reason he always kept to himself these days. 

She crawled back to me on her knees.

But I’m busy ’cause I got new fleas.

Get it on over. Scoot it on over.

Move over old dog ’cause the new dog’s movin’ in.

Seeing a spot with promise, as in not detectable by satellite surveillance, Daebo jerked the steering wheel, not caring about the rocky, uneven ground. His tires weren’t regulation, and didn’t puncture. Plus, he’d built the truck to take this kind of rough treatment with a big ole smile on its huge ole grill. 

“Got no fuckin’ fleas… watch out trees… get it on over, scoot on over, please… this big dog’s coming through ‘cause he needs to pees.” 

Yeah, I came in last night and I don’t know when.

That second wife of mine, she wouldn’t let me in.

I said Move it on over. Scoot it on over.

Move over old dog, the fat dog’s movin’ in.

“Ain’t got no wife now… two Exes down… can’t explain all the movin’ around… arf, arf, can’t explain the men in black on the doorstep… move it one over… scoot it on over… ain’t the marrying kind no more… yeah, the fat dog’s movin’ on.” 

Yeah, move over old dog. The hot dog’s movin’ in. 

Daebo slammed on the brakes. The truck bounced high, then hopped like a giant jackrabbit. Confident in his drivin’ skill, Daebo fought it to a stop. What the…? 

Nope, his eyesight was still good as ever. A woman was trying to stand. Wobbling on her feet, her hand pressed to her head, she braced herself against a tree trunk. Daebo watched her crumple to the ground even as he flung open the door. 

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The last bullets entering her flesh, at the base of her spine and in her temple, had about done Shonna  in. Her nearly indestructible body could heal super fast. However, she’d endured round after round of fire. Unexpectedly. 

Now, she wasn’t able to recover at her usual speed. And, the ‘kill anyone from space’ squad still dogged her trail. She could feel them, each of their energy signatures. True, she’d lost them after her burst into what she called the soundless domain while still in her craft. But, they’d put a tracker satellite beam on her once she abandoned ship. 

Wracked by pain, Shonna stifled a yelp. Her body jerked, then spasmed from her effort to stand. But, noz! She couldn’t stay here like a damn sitting duck, as the American Earthers said. Or, in her case like a severely injured extraterrestrial shapeshifter. 

Shonna gasped out loud. Agonizing pain sliced up her spine. Flushing with the high heat her body used to kill viruses, she tried to rise again. Shaky, she grabbed for the tree’s small branch. 

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and held her with surprising gentleness. The man used his unusually tall and massively sized body to keep her upright.  

Why hadn’t she sensed his presence? Heard his approach? Then, she realized. He wasn’t merely human. Shonna didn’t have enough strength to read his energy — to discover what he was exactly. 

“Lady, you’re hurt seriously. Let me get you –”

 

“Dante,” she interrupted. “I have to…to… it’s the only safe place now.” 

“Dante?” He cradled her in his arms, and lifted her. “My truck’s nearby. I can get you where you want to go.” With long but careful strides he moved over the rugged ground — noz, just like he could see exceptionally well in the dark. “Don’t you need a hospital? Is Dante a doctor?” 

“No!… no,” she softened her tone, “I don’t want… need a hospital, or a doctor. Please…” Noz, he was supernaturally strong. “I need to get to Moonrise Lake. It’s not far…” 

“Saw it on the map.” One-handed he opened the passenger door to his odd-looking truck, then hesitated. “Am I hurting you? Will I hurt you if…” 

“No… no pain, I’m in shock,” Shonna made up. “Can we go fast?” 

After lowering her onto the seat, and making certain she was completely inside, he turned off the blaring radio, then muttered, “Be right back, little lady. I’ll hurry. Yeah, we’ll go fast.” 

“Okay.” Shonna slumped back. Pain lashed the entire length of her spine and throbbed her temple. Once he shut the door, she clenched her eyelids, gritting her teeth. Her body had stiffened like a corpse. 

It meant her healing had accelerated. Certainly good, but the agony was about to make her scream, loud as a horror movie starlet. The sound would be tracked, and her space alien voice recognized. 

Shonna gripped the door handle, squeezing hard while biting her bottom lip. Once her pain dropped a few notches, she caught whiffs of dog odor. At the same moment, her rescuer hauled open the driver’s door, and eased himself onto the seat in an obvious attempt not to jar her. 

“You still okay, lady?” 

“Shonna… my name. I’ll be better once we’re on the way.”

“Shonna, nice name. Yeah, sure. Daebo is my handle. It’s gonna be a rough ride back to the road,” he warned, even as he rolled the truck forward, then circled in the direction she’d been going. 

“I’ll survive… Daebo.” 

Shonna collapsed against the back of the seat, her body losing its rigidity. She decided not to question why he hadn’t switched on the headlights. Of course, what in the heavenly one’s name was he doing out here, anyway? This was bear and Sasquatch country. No humans for miles… but, he wasn’t only human, she remembered. And his truck clearly wasn’t an ordinary *from the factory* model.

“Mind telling me why you’re out in the middle of God’s country?” he asked, his tone cautious yet probing. 

“Only if you tell me why you’re out here.” That had probably been the improper conversational response. Still…pain did that. Shonna couldn’t think all that clearly. Besides, she had no acceptable answer. Not even a good lie. 

“Lookin’ for nature’s restroom. And a look see at the stars. No light pollution.” 

It hurt, but Shonna raised a brow at his lie about looking at the stars. “Okay, Daebo, I’ll tell you, if you promise not to commit me to a mental ward.” 

“Yeah. No. I won’t.” 

Noz, he was excellent at driving over the forest floor, and keeping the bouncing-jouncing to a minimum. “I’m what’s called a disaster prevention technician. I’ve been on Earth for about five years now. My planet is affected adversely every time there’s a major nuclear explosion here. I was stopping a core meltdown at the Fort Calhoun nuke plant, which I managed. However, in the meantime, I was detected as an extraterrestrial… you know, ET. Okay, I couldn’t escape fast enough. Got filled with full metal jacket lead. Oh, by the way,” she sucked in a large breath, “the we-hate-space-aliens squad is hard on my tail.” 

He didn’t say anything. Even so, his driving didn’t alter either, and they rocked back onto the backwoods road that led to the main highway into Wolf Peak Territory. 

“Fort Calhoun, isn’t that in Nebraska?” His voice was a neutral growl. 

Well, at least, he wasn’t squealing to a stop and throwing her out of his truck. Shonna took that as a somewhat positive sign. “Yes, Nebraska. I had to abandon my now uncloaked craft, and hoof it on foot… oh, it’s complicated and… well, my head hurts like a sledgehammer hit it… now normally I wouldn’t feel a sledgehammer…” 

Shonna clamped her mouth shut. What was she doing? Babbling because of her pain? Her head had certainly begun a slow nasty whirl. Still, she realized Daebo sped them over the narrow rutted road unusually fast, yet not recklessly. 

“Who or what is Dante? A doctor?” he sort of barked.  

“Werewolf,” she blurted out. He’s a werewolf. Not a doctor.” Noz! Maybe the bullet lodged in her temple, but in the process of dissolving, now pressed some sort of brain truth button. 

“Oh, yeah.” Shonna heard the light go on inside his head. “Now I remember. Wolf Peak, the town of Moonrise Lake,  is rumored to be some sort of new refuge for shapeshifters. Just my kind of place right now.” 

“Shapeshifter. Dog smell. You’re a dog shifter.” 

“I’m an Akita dog shapeshifter,” he stated, emphasizing the breed name. “Wasn’t always a shifter, though. Wasn’t always like this.” 

Even though her head performed twirls, her pain had lessened significantly, so Shonna asked, “They, the mad scientists types, made you, didn’t they?” 

“Yep, join the Navy, see the world. In my case I saw the inside of a lab. Got tagged for experimentation because I had no family left.”

“You escaped. How?”

“Been about thirty years that I’ve been running free. Or, just runnin’. Pretty simple escape plan. I slipped my leash. They let some of the grunts at the Presidio walk me without telling them what I was. Once I made it into San Francisco, I could run with the strays and hideout, or shift and work in restaurant kitchens for enough gravy.” He gave her a sideways glance, checking her response to his truth telling. 

“Why haven’t they found you? With the technological grid here…” Shonna let her words fade away.  From her periphery vision, she watched him settle back in his seat. They’d just turned onto the highway, and he’d accelerated, heedless of the speed limit. 

“Course, they’ve been on my tail and my trail ever since, collectin’ any kind of genetic material they could retrieve. I must’ve exceeded their scientific expectations. Might be because I’m not pushin’ up daisies.” He stomped on the accelerator. “Got a clear path for a few miles.” 

“Good,” she murmured. Noz, her body was temporarily turning itself off to complete repairs. “Don’t worry. I’m about to…to go unconscious for awhile. Please…take me to Dante. Do you know…” oh no her hormones had taken possession of her and she was due to go in give-me-sex heat, and the words were still leaving her mouth… ”do you know you’re the kind of man I do my best to avoid… because, because I’d want you humping me twenty-four seven.”  

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Whoever this Dante, the werewolf, was, Daebo decided he was over-the-top, dog snarling jealous. The way Shonna had felt in his arms… well, twenty-four seven would be just fine with him. 

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Have a Magickal Shapeshifting Week! 

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February 12, 2018

Valentine Romantic Homage to the Cowgirls and Cowboys by Savanna Kougar

of Wolf Peak Territory 

February  howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Real working cowgirls and cowboys abound in the Peak … yep, of every shapeshifter and supernatural species — some of them even human. Also, there are Old West reenacter groups forming to preserve and enjoy the old ways — the kiddos love it. They also learn the satisfaction of hard work, of growing up tough and ready for anything. 

As well, given I spent whatever spare time I had yesterday searching out Valentine’s Day images, ’cause I needed a break and I so love this romantic *once a year* celebration … anyway, I thought I’d share a few that are true to Wolf Peak Territory. 

LOVIN’ COUPLES. 

BEAUTIFUL SKETCH OF COWGIRL 

THE SEXY COWBOYS 

MANY OF THOSE IN THE PEAK *LOVE* VINTAGE WESTERN IMAGES 

My Heart Is In a Loop, My Valentine 

Lots of Lovin’ Pardners In the Peak 

ODE TO HER COWBOY LOVER 

WALKING INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHER … 

COWBOYS NO LONGER NEED TO RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET ALONE …  Certainly not in the Peak  

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY FROM *ALL* IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY … 

YOU ARE BEARY LOVED … 

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February 9, 2018

Lion Love In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Okay, our lovestruck lion, Lucario, is on a vital covert mission down in sunny Florida. He sent this photo of himself to his lioness shifter mate. 

*Valentine’s Day Is Coming* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, as I stated on another blog, these days — for a whole slew of reasons, including being incredibly busy — I am feeling like a KOUGAR ON A HOT TIN ROOF … also, once again, I am recovering from physically pushing myself too hard — because there was no other choice — thank goodness, the symptoms have mostly abated… and I might get to actually write again. 

Anyway, I was searching for pics to use, and found a couple of my previous Valentine blogs … last year’s here on this bloggie, and a flash scene I wrote titled: The Love Wolfess ~ Heartbroken Howls Before Valentine’s Day 

I thought you might enjoy these flash-trips back in time… 

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

You Make My Heart Howl

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY FROM WOLF PEAK TERRITORY.
Dante, alpha wolf leader, of Wolf Peak Territory sends his heartfelt LOVE to EVERYONE.
A Special Valentine Welcome To a Good-hearted Witch Who Has Moved To Moonrise Lake. 
A Sweet Cheesy Valentine Card That Tickles the Love Fancy of Some In Wolf Peak Territory. 
 
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Love Wolfess ~ Heartbroken Howls Before Valentine’s Day


The Love Wolfess ~ Heartbroken Howls Before Valentine’s Day


By the time his potent, to-pant-for scent twitched her nostrils, Sozchy had already answered about every Valentine’s Day question ever thought of, from patrons at Dante’s Pleasure Club, and from her radio show callers…so it felt.

She adjusted her headset, ignoring the spike of her hormones — probably bouncing off Mother Moon by now — and punched up the evening’s last call.

“This is the Love Wolfess,” she throatily sang in her on-air voice. “What’s your question, Dharla?”

Sniffles answered her. Then, a tiny sob erupted.

The grand room, bathed by red and pink illumination, and festooned with neon-light heart shapes, faded into the background as Sozchy intuitively focused on the distraught young werewolf woman. The flirtatious and intimate murmurings of the fifty plus couples, along with the singles looking for love mates, also disappeared for her.

“Dharla, dear, I hear heartbroken howls before Valentine’s Day…talk to me…please.”

“How do I…do I? Well…I know he’s my mate…and…”

“How do you know, dear?” Sozchy kept her tone gentle, while her intuition razored her with images of the werewolf lout who had obviously humped and dumped Dharla.

“I…I can’t get him out of my mind. I’m in heat all the time. I can’t sleep…or eat.” The last two words were a pathetic whine. “And…and now I have no one for Valentine’s Day.” Dharla howled, a pitiful strangled sound. “I’m sooooooo miserable. I’m all alone. What do I do?”

Sobs crackled loudly over the line, and Sozchy pressed the mute button. “Dharla,” she softly crooned once the werewolf woman sniffled again. “Listen to me. Do you know about Mating Truth tea?”

“Yes-s-s-s…”

“Have you tried drinking it?”

“No-o-o-o…”

Sozchy inhaled a huge breath and stopped her eyes from rolling. Summoning her most professional voice, she leaned toward the microphone. “This is what you do, Dharla. Brew the tea and sip it slowly. Draw a hot bath, and then take a long soak. If you have violet and oak leaf infused Epsom Salts, add that, or just the Salts. Are you with me so far?”

“Yes.” At least, Dharla’s voice didn’t quaver.

“If you’re still not sleepy go for a long run in the woods. You know the safe areas.”

“Okay.”

“Trust your body, Dharla. Sleep for as long as you need. Then, I want you to go out and find a new party outfit for Valentine’s Day…whether or not you’re in the mood.” Sozchy paused. “Do you understand?”

“I understand.” Dharla spoke after several seconds.

“Good. Good girl. Now, what you’re going to do is decide where to party on Valentine’s Day. With friends. At a special place –“

“I can come to the Pleasure Club…right?”

“Of course, Dharla. We’re celebrating here every night. And, there will be several different party rooms on Valentine’s Day. May I have a party coordinator contact you?”

“Oh hell, yes!” An excited squeal-howl followed.

“Goodnight, Dharla. Love is on it’s way to you.”

Love is on it’s way to you. Sozchy’s own heartfelt words mocked her as she took off the headset, then automatically shut down the broadcasting equipment. Scat! She couldn’t even get the huntress side of her motivated these days.

A strange rabbit, not a shapeshifter, had begun living in her yard. And more bizarre, the cottontail had decided the engine block of her jeep was its favorite place to hangout.

Sozchy had taken to opening the hood before turning on the ignition. More often than not the rabbit gazed back at her. It had done so earlier in the evening, before she’d driven to the Pleasure Club for her radio gig.

To her shame, and she’d told not one other shapeshifter soul, Sozchy had begun cooing and talking to the bunny, while it watched her with one large brown eye. Yip-yeah, just like a tail-whipped human. That is, until the apparently suicidal cottontail decided to hop away on its own.

After a long sigh, Sozchy willed herself to toughen up. So, her life was a stinky pile of scat when it came to love, and having a mate of her own. On the bright-moon side, her radio show had taken off like a chasing sprint with no sign of slowing down.

Sozchy stood straightening her swingy short red dress. After a shake and toss of her long loose hair, she sniffed for the alpha wolf shifter who had skyrocketed her hormones.

To her disappointment, only a trail of his dominant musk scent remained. She knew him as Devil Wind, but to his tribe he was Howling Wolf Wind. The Sheriff of a nearby Indian reservation, no doubt he had arrived to form an alliance with Talbot’s Peak.

And, no doubt, she belonged to the mists of his memory. Sixteen in human years, and running wild as a teenage wolf in the forest, she’d been chasing any prey animal that moved.

She’d consumed her fill, but simply ran for the sport of it, her muscles carrying her swiftly, easily. Well, she’d charged straight into the path of a mother bear and her cub.

With a mighty bellow of outrage, the mother bear lunged upward, and swiped colossal claws at her. Springing out of the way, barely, Sozchy had twisted in midair. About to race for her life, she’d seen a Dire Wolf rush past her.

Snapping like a fiend, Devil Wind darted back and forth, protecting her. Yet, he’d done nothing to harm the mother bear and her squalling cub.

Spinning on her hind legs, Sozchy had joined him. Between the two of them, they’d convinced the mother bear to give up, then amble after her distraught cub.

After their telepathic introductions to each other, Sozchy had tried to thank him. She’d nose-kissed him before heading home. However, he’d remained beside her every inch of the way, a monstrous dark gray wolf on guard.

Once she arrived at her parent’s stone house on the range, about twenty miles outside of Talbot’s Peak, she’d halted behind the barn. Sozchy hadn’t wanted her parents to know about her narrow escape. Not until she’d had time to think about an explanation.

Before she knew it, they’d both shifted to their human forms. As if it had been ordained, they’d flung their naked bodies against each other. Embracing with a passion that still took her breath away, their kisses had been wild, impossibly frantic, yet somehow sumptuous as a feast.

And then, he’d gone away. On the brink of surrendering her virginity to him, Sozchy had been about to speak the words as their gazes seared into one another, as their pants rushed and raged.

How often had she recalled that moment? When nothing could have torn them apart. When her much smaller body desperately pressed against the big brute strength of his… when he’d held her with all the might of his desire for her… when… but, he’d cupped her face between his large, large hands.

She’d seen it in the depths of smoke and amber eyes then. He was leaving. He didn’t want to take her virginity. He didn’t want her.

After shaking her head to erase the remembrance for now, Sozchy waved to those in the club who were acknowledging her with a wave of their hand. Some blew kisses of appreciation toward her, while some wagged furry tails. Spreading her arms wide, she sent her love vibes to the interspecies crowd.

The real smile on her face didn’t last long, though, as she walked toward the small comfy room Dante had provided for her. It served as her office, a changing room and a place to sleep if she didn’t want to drive, or lope home.

“Sozchy.”

About to open the door, she whipped around. He stood there, as ferociously imposing as ever. Not that she’d actually glimpsed him before now… not since she’d tracked him down to his territory a few days after their encounter.

She only knew about his appointment to Sheriff, some seven years ago, because she’d seen it on the local news. Damn, he was as ruggedly-feral handsome as she remembered.

With her mouth suddenly parched, Sozchy stopped herself from licking her lips. Hell’s bite, her vocal chords were frozen, too. And, all she could think about was — why hadn’t she scented him?

His gaze ravished her face with a hunger that had her backing up. Before Sozchy knew it she practically clung to the door. Her nails scraped, embarrassing her, and she balled her hands.

“The Love Wolfess.” His guttural tone sensually devoured her insides.

“Need some advice?” she choked out, only her voice sounded like a breathy come-on.

“Maybe.” The glint of his black-as-obsidian eyes suggested ‘advice’ wasn’t what he was after.

“Maybe?” Again, her tone sounded like a seductive invitation. If she could reach the door latch…

“Maybe, after I’ve possessed you every which way but loose…little woman wolf.” His gaze flashed wild with need. “My woman wolf,” he growled.

Shockwaves captured her insides as he leapt with deceptive speed, and captured her flush against him. His hand sank into her hair and fisted.

With one tug that claimed her as his, he brought her face beneath his. Briefly his gaze penetrated her soul, then his mouth trapped hers. The crush of his kiss soared her to heaven’s gate, even as her mating lust turned her raw and wickedly hot.

Their mouths fused, too long denied. Holding her hair taut, he slid one hand beneath her dress, and swept his palm over the curves of her hip, her thigh, her ass.

His utterly dominant handling of her didn’t stop as their mouths fiercely tangled — as his lips blistered her lips with such pleasure, she whimpered for more.

His kisses consumed her for the longest time, as her kisses consumed him. Howl to the goddess, she wanted anything he wanted to give her.

Suddenly releasing her hair, he pushed her against the hard surface of the door. “Sozchy.”

“Sozchy.” He rasped her name again. “Look at me.” When she surrendered her gaze to him, to the twin suns that were his eyes, he caressed between her thighs.

Aroused her to an unbearable wildness, all she could do was feel his large rough hand stroking her inner thighs. All she could do was feel the sweep of his palm over her yielding body.

His name burst past her lips, “Devil Wind.”

His eyes flared, savage with need. Savage for her. His lowered his head and his kiss embraced her mouth. His kiss lingered until her heart thudded ridiculously fast — until she swooned against him.

With a groan, he blazed kisses down her throat. The sweet torture didn’t end as his lips fondled the sensitive flesh of her breastbone.

When he scorched a kiss on the hollow of her throat, his lips stayed. Sozchy moaned, belonging to him.

His lips caught hers, again. Commanding her passions, he boldly cupped her sex. His big palm kneaded possessively, and Sozchy helplessly keened a moan.

“Mate,” he growled,

“Prove it,” she dared.
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January 30, 2018

Howls and Yowls At the Super Blue Blood Moon by Savanna Kougar

IN THE SIGN OF LEO 

Rare Moon howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yes, there will be several moon celebrations in Wolf Peak Territory. Excitement abounds. The air is electric with it. Well, you can just imagine the frolicking fun beneath the glorious bright light of Mother Moon. There will be wild unfettered dancing. Lovers and mates will be doing their own brand of special celebrating. And of course, there will be the sacred ceremonies to bring forth desired opportunities — to bring in a prosperous, powerful, and peaceful future for ALL in the Peak. 

FROM THE DAILY MAIL ONLINE: 

Rare ‘super blue blood moon’ not seen for more than 150 years will grace the skies on Wednesday: Here’s where and how to see it

  • The event combines three unusual lunar events; a super moon, a blue moon and a total lunar eclipse
  • It’s the third in a series of ‘super moons,’ when the moon is closer to Earth in its orbit – known as perigee   
  • Asia, Australia, the Pacific Ocean, and the West Coast of North America will get the best view of the event
  • While people in the eastern Hemisphere saw their last Blue Moon total lunar eclipse in 1982, for the Western Hemisphere, this eclipse will be the first blue moon total eclipse since 1866 

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-5324393/Rare-super-blue-blood-moon-visible-Wednesday.html#ixzz55df9grBR
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The women rule, and their powerful energies will reign ever stronger during this year of 2018. The goddesses, the witches, the angel women,  the faes, the shapeshifters and other supernatural women, as well as the incredible human women of the Peak …all will become a greater force in Wolf Peak Territory. For the Feminine Force rises to balance Mother Earth, to divinely create a grand and good future for ALL. That is the promise of the Super Blue Blood Moon Eclipse in the sign of Leo…Hold onto the Lioness Spirit for the wild and beautiful ride. 

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST: SHAPESHIFTER LOVE IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY 

HERE ARE A COUPLE OF ASTROLOGY INFO LINKS: 

http://trendsreader.com/article/7-super-blue-blood-moon-astrology-predictions-that-will-help-you-harness-the-super-lunar-energy

http://foreverconscious.com/intuitive-astrology-super-blood-blue-moon-eclipse-january-2018

With Valentine’s Day only a couple of weeks away, a commitment to love, to being forever mates…yes, that will be happening beneath super blue moon in Wolf Peak Territory. 

Unicorns have established their own growing community, and often watch over the shifter/supernatural/human children of the Peak, especially when they roam the forests, the prairie land, and the nearby mountains. 

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY AND NIGHT DURING THE SUPER BLUE BLOOD MOON. 

MOST SACRED WISHES TO YOU AND YOURS FROM ALL IN THE PEAK. 

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January 17, 2018

Maybe a Valentine’s Day ShapeShifter Erotic Romance by Savanna Kougar


New Moon howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 


Okay then, it’s been some time since I talked about writing projects. Truth is: I’m just to darn busy and dealing with innumerable challenges, plus odd-happening problems like you wouldn’t believe … example: like the snake who crawled up on the kitchen counter … fortunately, the snake, a long but slim critter AND NOT POISONOUS, wasn’t that active given the bitter-cold weather — the counter gets really cold no matter how much I block with insulation — anyway, I was in the midst of another no-phone working, no-internet crisis, but I grabbed a nearby jacket, threw it over the snake [who was rather cute for a snake] and managed to quickly toss said snake into a bucket I was using for water [because I had to drip the faucets to keep them unfrozen, but I’d emptied it] … so, to keep the snake from escaping I put the jacket over the top, then headed out into the winter cold, looked for a place where the snake could hibernate [I hope] and the snake got dumped out … which I felt bad about, but I have no place inside to keep a snake… and so it goes on my tame prairie … yes, that was one small incident in my crazy, very unpredictable life! 


Truth is, I am attempting the impossible … that is, trying to write a short story set around Valentine’s Day … maybe – the way my life is going…yikes! – it will be done for next year’s Valentine’s Day … anyhoo, the erotic romance is based on the heroine and hero in the following flash scenes. I copied the original posts. 

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Dante’s AI Assassin

Full Moon February howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here’s a little flash scene that appeared magically in the endless realm that is my imagination. Hope you enjoy. 

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Dante’s AI Assassin

Hungry and cold, Kalina curled up under the shabby covering she’d dragged out of what the human population around her called trash bins. On top of a smelly mattress she’d found the same way, Kalina stopped shivering long enough to press her palm against the electronic device known as a tablet. Instantly she entered the primitive cyber world. 

With practiced ease she created a new cloaked persona, then traveled the deepest 
undercurrents of the internet where various AIs existed, worked, and emerged. Most of the AIs were shadow operations by various, world-conquering militaristic groups.

During her first day on Earth, after being abandoned on the prison planet, Kalina had traced the funding of these harmful AIs back to one source, Octopus Prime. It hadn’t been difficult, given her natural ability as a machine killer. Plus all of her training on the various starships she’d served on, until being captured by slavers who hadn’t known about her power to destroy their ship — if she’d so chosen. 

Once she’d finally demonstrated her skill, the crude beasts had negotiated and given her enough sustenance before dropping Kalina in the midst of the mean Chicago streets. With her physical strength depleted, her major obstacle had been simply surviving. 

Holed up in an empty apartment, she’d managed to fend for herself while learning about the strange, often crazed culture happening around her. With ease, Kalina stayed hidden from the empire-of-evil AIs, as she thought of them. She’d joined forces with a small group of good AIs, and spent most of the day immersed in the cyber world. Together, she and the Light Rebels combated the sentient web predators being loosed on an unsuspecting population. 

Then there were the neutral infants created by gamer hackers who’d figured out the correct coding, but had no clue how to control these un-programmed AIs — often co-opted by the Master Spider AI, the Black Widower. Wanting to keep her presence secret for now, Kalina hadn’t directly challenged the Black Widower. Not yet. 

**** 

“What is it, Maynard?” Dante alpha-wolf snapped while glaring at the old-style office intercom. He’d been about to shift and go for a long-needed run in the winter forest with his beloved woman, Kitty.  

“Sorry, boss wolfman,” the badger shifter in charge of the Pleasure Club’s internet security system snapped back. “It’s an emergency. The woman on my screen says she’s an AI assassin. That she’s interacted with you.” 

Dante jerked to attention, every nerve and fiber of him on extreme alert. “Be right there.” 

Emergency, Kitty love, Dante mind-blasted to his mate as he strode to the secured area of the club. Kitty waited for him in their suite of rooms. 

Understood. Need my help? Kitty’s gorgeous face appeared before his mind’s eye. 

Cyber security, he explained. Be with you as soon as possible. 

Maynard activated the sliding door just as Dante was about to enter his code. “Been talking with her,” the badger rattled off. “Whoever she is she stopped a major AI attack on us. Proved it to me.” 

“Yeah, she proved it several weeks ago.” Dante growled, rushing to the huge monitor that dominated the subterranean room. 

“What the fuck?!” Dante heard behind him. “How did she…?” 

“She appeared on my personal computer monitor several weeks ago. Asked me not to inform you. Let’s say she convinced me.” 

Dante spoke fast, then flattened his palm on the now-blank screen. Immediately an ethereal refined face appeared. 

“Dante,” Kalina whispery greeted. “There are more AI attacks planned on Talbot’s Peak. I need to come out of the cold… isn’t that a spy saying on this world?… to help your community. You’re, you’re the only one I trust. The only place I trust on Earth.” 

“Give me the details like we talked about. I’ve got the perfect man for the job. He just doesn’t know it yet. Thought it was safer that way.” 

“Yes,” she softly agreed. Her large, uniquely shaped eyes flashed with a prism of color. Dante hadn’t been able to determine their true color. For all he knew, the ET woman disguised her appearance. In moments, she delicately spoke the code words they’d agreed on. 

Dante gave a curt nod. “Got it.” In the following moment, the screen blanked, then blinked to Maynard’s normal settings. 

Wheeling around, he waved Maynard off. “Later.” 

**** 

Summoned by Dante with two words “Mission Impossible”, Zortega strode into the inner sanctum of the alpha werewolf, who he’d recently discovered was a long lost cousin through their dams. 

Instead of being comfortably reclined in his chair as usual, Dante paced the large confines, and whirled to face him.  “Ever been to Chicago?” the alpha asked in an abrupt growl, and without benefit of greeting. 

“Once. Long while ago. What’s up, cuz?” Zortega returned Dante’s piercing gaze, and braced his legs in a power stance. 

“Damsel in distress,” Dante barked. “An ET damsel who was abandoned on Earth.” 

Intrigued, ferociously intrigued, Zortega allowed a half grin to form. “Sounds like my kind of mission. When do I leave?” 

“In a minute or two.” Dante stole a moment to flash his own grin. “Blade Runner, our own ET rabbit shifter, is warming up his space craft.”

Zortega felt his eyebrows shoot for the moon. “You’ve been holding out on me, cuz.”

“Yeah. Hasn’t been enough time to tell you everything that goes on around here. Okay, here’s the howl, cuz. I know her precise location, and her individual frequency. I don’t know what she looks like, but she goes by Kalina.” 

Dante approached fast, and they stood eye to eye. “For her sake, and for the sake of Talbot’s Peak, find her, rescue her, and get back here as soon as possible. She’s an AI assassin, and we’ve been under constant attack.” 

Buzzing inside with his supernatural strength, and savage with his mission, Zortega turned on his heel. “Where’s this Blade Runner and his craft?” 

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~  

Savanna  

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Rescuing the AI Assassin

Happy Valentine’s Day howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

This flash scene is a continuation of last week’s post, titled: Dante’s AI Assassin 

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Kalina gathered her wits and her meager supplies into a discarded canvas bag. Digital-speaking with Dante, she’d outed her location, her precise location in the Chicago apartment. Three black-coat AIs had targeted her, as she called them. 

Realizing, it was either eliminate the alien-generated AIs, or remain in communication long enough, Kalina chose to give her enemies the advantage. The three evil AIs attacked from the regional hospital’s computer system, aware of her reluctance to destroy human life. 

Even though the black-coat’s covered their tracks as they traced her cyber signature, she could easily have destroyed them. But it would have glitched the hospital’s fragile program, and shut down vital power to the patients. 

Oh, she’d gotten her revenge, chasing their telltale sparks through the internet labyrinth designed for the cabal’s AI army. With a flick of her mind, like the flick of her finger, Kalina smashed their bits and bytes, extinguishing their primitive sentience. 

The power she’d exerted blew up the tablet. Twisted beyond recognition, it lay in fried, smoking ruins at her feet. Kalina took a moment to smile before hurrying to the door, and jerking it open. 

Cop car sirens shrieked in the distance. Nothing unusual in this barbaric yet rather entertaining city. Instinctively though, Kalina knew they came for her. Yeah, yeah, what’cha gonna do when they come for you. 

Kalina ran down the four flights of steps in desperate need of repair. As she opened the fire escape door, peering out, the late morning light made her blink, and the blast of wintry air on her face caused her entire body to shiver violently.  

It wasn’t as though she was used to planetary weather conditions. Having made certain her mishmash clothing would make her fit in, Kalina quickly trailed after a  crowd of homeless who lived in the lower rooms of the abandoned building. 

Knowing their routine, she moved with them for a few blocks, then darted into an alleyway filled with litter and garbage debris. Midway two men who stank of cheap booze and vomit intercepted her. Kalina halted her steps as they flashed knives. 

“What’cha got in that bag, bitch?” 

“Nothing you would understand,” she politely responded, feeling compassion for these humans who had been treated like refuse by their government masters. 

Hearing the thunder-spin arrival of the infamous black helicopters, and hearing the cessation of the police sirens nearby, Kalina moved to race past the two vagrants. They charged, grabbing for her bag. 

The blade of one knife ripped the sleeve of her baggy jacket as she dashed through the small space between them. Safely running down the alleyway, Kalina jumped over weather-beaten cardboard boxes, then whipped around the corner. 

She sprinted toward her favorite trash bin. Local thieves often used it to temporarily hide their loot. Above, two helicopters circled lower and lower, their vibration shaking her insides and the broken asphalt beneath her feet. 

To her fortune, no one was around. Within minutes, Kalina scavenged another e-tablet, and found trendy clothing that would gain her entry into the upscale hotel. Once there, she could sip hot beverages in the coffee bar, and immerse herself in the global pathways. 

If needed, she could sabotage the electronics of the police force and the helicopters, now hovering like giant predators over the apartment building. Bundling her treasures, Kalina rapidly shoved them inside an expensive leather case, that is, except for the lovely wool winter coat. 

With boot-heavy steps jogging in her direction, Kalina threw off her jacket, and slipped into the cream-colored, fur-trimmed coat. She trotted toward the busy sidewalk, then merged with the business lunch crowd. 

Head down, her chin buried in the fur, Kalina made her way to the luxury hotel she’d given to Dante as her location. 

**** 

“Black helicopters,” Zortega snarled to Blade Runner. 
His wolf fangs descended partway, and the ET rabbit shifter eyeballed him for a second, even as he slickly guided his personal flying saucer between the skyscrapers of Chicago. 

“Don’t go werewolf on me yet, pardner,” Blade Runner twanged, a bad imitation of the cowboys in Talbot’s Peak territory. 

“Wouldn’t dare. You’d smell like dinner.” Zortega gave the warrior rabbit a friendly smirk. 

“Wait till I get you in the fight ring. We’ll see who smells like dinner.” Blade Runner eased their speed, maneuvering around the black helicopters. On the hunt, the beast machines growled like pissed off dragons as they flew a low grid pattern over a section of the city. 

“It’s her they’re searching for. I’d bet my last raw steak.” His blood a ruthless burn through his veins, Zortega trained his gaze on the cityscape, now displayed on the craft’s large screen. The highlighted hotel was their destination. 

“Dante said he thought she gave away her position to stay in communication with him. The good news, they haven’t found her.” Blade Runner sailed above the hotel, then circled slowly. “I’ve found her,” he announced long moments later. 

“Where?” 

Before he’d gotten the question out, Zortega watched the images form on screen. A slender woman, curled up in the corner of a leather booth, lifted a teacup and sipped. Burnished auburn ringlets tumbled past her shoulders, hiding her face. 

She stared down at some sort of e-device Zortega didn’t give one ball-hang or howl about. Beside her, like a shield, was an expensive leather case and a stylish winter coat. 

When she glanced up and looked around her, Zortega’s breath caught in his throat. He might have well as swallowed a colossal chunk of bone. Then, his cock jerked to rigid attention. 

Zortega could do nothing else, but take a step closer to the screen. Slavering like a lovesick pup, he preyed on the vision of loveliness. 

Howls to the full mating moon, beauty could not describe her features. But it was the unique sparkle of her silver-gray eyes that transfixed Zortega, then captured him — as if one the rabbit’s ray guns paralyzed him but good.  

“Down, rover. Before you bust through Dante’s dress trousers. This ship has a lot of capabilities,” Blade Runner drily continued. “Instantly manufacturing you another pair of pants isn’t one of them.” 

“Right, wascally rabbit. Got it.” Zortega forced his gaze away. He entered battle-zone mode, as he thought of it. Before shutting his eyes to complete the transition to warrior, he added. “I think I’ve just found my Valentine’s date for that fancy shindig my cuz is putting on.” 

“Yeah?” Blade Runner snarked, once Zortega opened his eyes “Don’t count your date before it’s been hatched. Don’t forget. You have to rescue the fair ET damsel first.” 

“Beam me down, Scotty Wabbit.” 

“Sorry, too dangerous, big bad wolf. I’m landing on the roof. You can find your way from there. Just get back before my invisibility shield doesn’t have enough juice to operate.” 

“It’s running on carrot juice?” Zortega cocked a brow, even as he spun on his well-shod heel. In that next instant, Blade Runner settled the saucer, and Zortega strode down the lowered ramp, ready to rumble and do some serious damage to anyone between him and the woman he’d come to save. 

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~  

Savanna  

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

January 1, 2018

HAPPY NEW YEAR From Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

To One and ALL Have the Happiest Yeat Ever

A Dream Catcher New Year … Catch Yours

Sacred Celestial Howls To Bring In the New Year 2018 

Dreams of Peace and Prosperity From the Peak To You and Yours 

Wolf and Cougar, a Prayer Ceremony In Moonrise Lake … For All the World Peace and Love 

The Unicorns Sparkle and Bring In the New Year At the Midnight Stardust Supperclub 

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December 25, 2017

Christmas Eve Scenes In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

MERRY CHRISTMAS! ONE AND ALL! 

A Wolf Santa Welcome 

The Viking Santa Arrives In the Peak 

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my home

Only I was stirring, to pen my romance tome.

My best black silk stockings were hung, ready to wear,

In hopes, my miracle Santa stud would soon be here.

The pets are nestled all snug in their places,

With visions of holiday treats making them run dream races.

Their mamma has just slipped into her red lace teddy,

And is settling her brains to continue writing her fantasy.

When out on the lawn I hear such a loud clatter,

I spring up from my desk to see what is the matter.

Away to the window I trot in my boa-trimmed slippers

To take a peek through the curtains. Oh no, is that drunk Mrs. Kippers?

The full moon shines on icy slush, instead of new-fallen snow

Giving a natural spotlight to celebrating Mrs. Kippers below.

Yet, what to my wondering gaze does appear?

But an old-fashioned sleigh, and eight majestic reindeer.

With a Viking driver, so handsomely tall and magnificent,

I knew in a moment I must be dreaming this whole event.

More rapid than jets, his stags flew the midnight sky untamed,

His long mane blew wild as he shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid! soar on Donner and Blitzen!

Fly to the top of each roof! Above the city walls!

Now race higher and faster! And sail over all!”

As autumn leaves that before the approaching blizzard fly,

When they meet with a whirlwind and spiral to the sky.

So up to my rooftop, the brown and white stags they flew,

With a sleigh full of glittering gifts, and Viking Santa too.

And then, after a blinking of my eyes, I heard on the roof

The precise landing, then the pawing of each jingle-belled hoof.

As I drew in my dreaming head, and spun around,

Down my fake chimney the Viking arrived, with an impressive bound.

He was splendidly dressed in red and faux fur, down to his boots,

And his garments remained perfect, despite all the ashes and soot.

A bundle of shiny presents he had flung behind his back,

And he looked like a romantic hero as he dashingly opened his pack.

His darkening eyes, how they naughtily twinkled! And at his dimples I gawk!

His features are sternly carved, reminding me of a beautiful proud hawk!

His full sexy mouth slowly turns upwards, a knowing grin,

As I continue to stare like a vixen at his strong virile chin.

With a saunter he approaches, making me weak in the knees.

His searing gaze travels the length of my body. And I freeze.

Without a word his powerful arm captures my pliant waist.

Crushing the lace against my skin, he has me tightly embraced.

Oh, how stalwart he feels, his muscles like hot heated ropes

And I sigh, then softly pant as I give free rein to my hopes.

His half-lidded gaze takes in my face, then settles on my parted lips

While his palms slide in a caress and boldly seize my hips.

“Oh, Santa,” I softly exhale, before his mouth claims mine in a torrid kiss.

“Wear those black silk stockings,” he rasps. “I promise bliss

When I return from leaving presents beneath every sparkling tree.” 

After plundering my eager mouth with another kiss, he spins from me. 

I hear him spring to his sleigh, to his stags give a fierce long shout,

Then, from my window I watch them depart like a meteor flaming out. 

Still, I hear him exclaim, as he disappears from my sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to my gorgeous woman, leave on the light!”

Santa’s Arrival Over the Farms of Wolf Peak Territory

Santa Claus Always Time For the ShapeShifter Children 

Santa Often Visits Before Christmas Eve. He Has His Own Room and Toy Making Shop In Dante’s Interspecies Pleasure Club

Santa Claus In the Town of  Moonrise Lake 

Fox Capers In Moonrise Lake 

There Are Many Angels Living In Wolf Peak Territory

Unicorn Celebrating Christmas Eve Night 

Waiting For Santa’s Arrival

Friendship Knows No Bounds In the Peak 

A Cozy Fireplace Christmas Eve 

This Cute Shifter Cat Girl Has Fallen Into Dreamland Waiting For Santa…No Sugar Plums But a Saucer of Cream  

A Portrait of Santa Loving the Shifter Children of Wolf Peak Territory…What Could Be Better? 

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December 24, 2017

Day Before Christmas Eve In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Kitty ~ Dante, the Alpha Wolf Leader ~ His Mate Poses For Him In Her Cat Form 


Dante Awaits His Kitty In One of Their Favorite Forest Spots. Time To Be Together…Away From the Hustle and Bustle of the Holidays


Topping One of the Christmas Trees In the Peak … the Dragon Way 


Dante’s Cousin Walks With His Mate During the Wintry Fun of a Snowstorm 


One of the Peak’s Unicorn’s Spreads Holiday Cheer 

As Christmas Day Nears Friends Share a Moment of Respect and Love 

A Beautiful Witch and Her Wolf Shifter Mate, a Long Winter’s Nap Before Christmas Eve 

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