#runaroundhound

Hating men doesn't make you more of a woman.

It just makes you an asshole.

This also goes to all the queer women out there who are currently attacking trans men because it's trendy.

Sincerely,

It's the intimacy of eating you.

we go to starbucks

we shlorp the puppuccinos

A short tale on my experience as a disabled therian.

Onwards, I drag myself through the snow. Pain sears through my bones, and my skeleton rattles with every pawstep.

I've lived like this as long as I can remember. Riddled with pain, walking staggered on my lame hind leg. My gait is offset as I try to walk in my packmates' pawprints, and I can't seem to get that last step right.

Sometimes I could get through a hunt okay, and do my part to help feed my family. Today is not one of those days.

As I dredge on, tracking my pack into deeper snow, it feels impossible. The road ahead seems longer and more painful with every step.

Feeling demotivated, I howl frustratedly through my teeth, allowing my body the chance to rest. I tuck up my paws and curl up in the snow. It was no use this time. I didn't feel like a wolf.

I can't keep up with them, my joints seem to click and crack with every pace forward.

I close my eyes for some time as snow falls onto my pale pelt, camouflaging me more into the landscape. The insulation provides some warmth, which eases my pain. I long for the summer again, when food is plentiful and my bones are at ease.

Footfall surrounds me, waking me from my rest.

I peer out through my snowy hollow to see pairs of rushing paws, noses to the ground, searching.

One familiar bark, and the footfall grows louder. I shake the snow from my head, and am greeted with stifled barks and wagging tails. Their mouths red and bloody, proudly sporting evidence of their recent kill.

My mate, a short rust-red wolf with pale eyes, affectionately grooms the snow off my fur, laying by my side to share his warmth.

One of the crowd steps forwards, jaws clenched tightly around the severed limb of an elk, and places the chunk of meat in front of me.

They care not that I struggle, and even when there are days I can't leave the den, they love me just the same. Their help is never pity.

They dip their heads to me, tuck their tails, lick my mouth and whine when I came near.

Tear away your skin so I can get closer.

I need to consume all that you are, take your soul and swallow it down.

I need to eat you, and make you into my blood, my bones, everything that I am.