I stood facing her. She was beautiful, a bipedal wolf who smelled like grass and leaves and freedom. Her coat was a mix of gray, brown, and white. I stared at her and she looked at me with calm eyes of gold.

This was surely a god! It had to be! I bowed to her, buried my face against the earth, and waited to be told what to do.

Instead, she sat calmly before me and stretched her beautiful legs, pushed her wide feet paws in front of my face.

"You... you want me to rub them?"

She simply smiled a canine smile and flexed her toes, spreading the pads to reveal the thick fur between them. Her feet had a slight smell, something in the dairy family. It was pleasant.

I took one great paw in my hands and used my thumbs to massage the center pad, feeling the rough skin and the soft ladding beneath. She sighed and leaned back. I rubbed between her toes, removing small debris caught in the fur. The fur there was coarse and dense.

The world around us moved in slow harmony, bees buzzing between mountain wildflowers, clouds slowly rolling across the sky. It was perfection.

So, life has been a lil busy but i have plans for the next few parts of my first story.

I also have plans for something a bit darker, although i have no clue if that'll be fleshed out further.

Mostly, I've been enjoying the writing of other authors and the wonderful art on here.

I hope this message finds everyone well this fine day!

It's a beautiful, frosty morning here and I'm planning on making muffins today.

I also have plans for some stories to post to this account this year, probably in parts, if I can get time to write them...

Feel free to say hi! I love making friends and meeting new people.

If you have a feral fursona you're instantly cool to me, BTW.

*barks and prances on the spot, tail nub wagging*