A little story about a human, an anthro, how they fell in love, and how they changed the world! The following is the story copied into the description. Please comment, critisms accepted!
The name of the wolf was supplied by a friend, who as soon as I remember (ask) what his FA is I can credit him. THANKS!

The user was TheREALSquallLeonhart therealsquallleonhart

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UNLIKELY LOVE
By Xander R
Cold. That’s all the little wolf felt. He couldn’t tell if it was shock from running away from his mother, who he didn’t know if she was alive or if the bullet hit something vital, or if the cold he was feeling was the snow beneath him. Luckily in this rural part of Alaska, there was a small commune, everything looking like a log cabin and quite possibly were actually all log cabins, a bar, a little combined grocer y and newsagents, everything a small village would need. This town was the kind where everyone knew each other and the only big news or scandal was some politician bragging about the view of Russia from her bathroom. It was the perfect town, even if you did need to wear every thermal piece of clothing you own and cover every piece of skin to answer the front door. The space between the two rows of buildings that made up the town was no wider than two maybe three dog-sleds side by side, obviously to reduce the amount of time spent outside in the freezing cold.
The pup, a grey wolf with what looked like tribal markings on his muzzle and above his eyes, in black fur, and a blotch of white fur that looked like a love heart only the left side was fatter than the right on his left hip. He shivered and looked around, narrowing his golden eyes on the pub, and not due to his Irish heritage, but because of all the smoking chimneys, this one was churning out the most smoke. He ran towards it and pawed at the door and whimpered lowly. Moments later a drunkard stumbled out of the pub, a bottle of cheap whiskey in hand and quickly downed. In the time it took the drunk to walk away and close the door, the wolf had already slipped inside and quickly found a large open fire crackling. He lay on his left side and stretched out, exposing his tummy to the warmth of the fire, making him give off a friendly growl and wag his tail slowly.
Hours passed and in that time many though he was either he owner’s pet, or an animatronic or a taxidermy wolf added as how some called “A nice touch.” Some even knelt at his side and gave him a little pet or a scritch behind his ears, to which he gave either a drowsy bark or acknowledged them with a leg twitch or a sniff in the air.
The owner of this fine establishment was a 19 year old Ansari, of Asian descent on her father’s side who moved to a small settlement of tents and one Town Hall log cabin. He quickly built it up to one row of buildings. Over years he further improved the town to the two rowed glory it now is. During his time building this town from the ground, he fell head over heels for the doctor’s daughter. They were married and after 3 years, brought little Ansari into the world. Ansari if roughly 5 feet tall and had long black hair. She was well known to the town, although not many knew why she’d be happy one moment, then inconsolably sad and hold her upper left arm. The truth was, see had a scar that even during the town dance when she wore a dress, she’d cover it. She was in a fire when she was young, the scar was from a large portion of the ceiling that collapsed on her. No one in the town knew she was injured during the fire, but they knew she lost her parents in it. One trait that made her loved was her slightly OCD tendencies, she’d measure the length and width of each cut of meat, not with a ruler, but like a superhero or TV show character, but she’d keep the off cuts of the meats and save them for other dishes. At the moment she was wearing a pair of runners, black jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt and a zip-up hoodie unzipped over it.
She took a bowl of these offcuts, cooked and in a sauce, out to the wolf and placed it near his head, gently shaking his chest to let him know it was there. He gave her hand a little nuzzle and a weak bark as he ate half the bowl in two bites. She quickly went and got a bowl of water that he happy barked at and drank, nuzzling her ankle as he walked back to the counter. She smiled down at him and went back to the counter began closing up shop for the day. She woke the little wolf and spoke to him as if he was a baby. “Wakey wakey lil’ pup, come on, you’ve got to go home now” she said as shook him gently to wake him. She repeated it after he woke and gently pet him, getting a bit worried as he started to whimper. That’s when she noticed it. Blood. A little spray of blood on his right side. She quickly picked him up in a hug and pet down his back, hushing him and rocking him slightly. “Shh, it’s ok, it’s ok. You’re safe now.” He started to whimper more. She didn’t know if he could understand her, but hoped he could. “Was your mummy hurt?” this made the wolf squirm and whimper more. She gently pet him more, still beside the fire until five minutes later, she stood up and to the kitchen to wash off the blood, before drying him off and walking him up to her room to set him down on the bed. “You can stay here for as long as you like” he gave a little nod and hopped of the bed and lay in the corner, as if he thought that’s what pets should do. “Hey, what’re you doing? You’re not lying over there, up on the bed wolfie.” He squinted at her and walked back over, jumping onto the end of the bed.
She giggled as he covered his eyes with his paws when she was getting changed into her pyjamas, thick flannel typed trousers and a string strapped vest top, not suitable for this weather, plus it showed off the scar that brought back painful memories. She lay in the bed, warm and cosy under the covers, blankets and electric blanket, with the wolf lying on top of her lap, curled up in a little ball. He gave a little whimper as he uncurled and ran a paw along her scar, the only thing that stopped him was that she made a soft sobbing sound. He stopped once he heard her, giving her a little apologetic nuzzle, before he shivered and curled back up in a ball on her tummy. She picked him up and lifted the covers and laid him on his right hip, giggling as she saw his little heart shaped marking on his fur, “Aww, how cute!” She made sure his head was up on the pillow and got comfortable herself, before giving the wolf a hug as she drifted off to sleep.
Morning came, the alarm sounding that it was 6:30am, Ansari’s black-out curtains earning their wages. She flicked on her bedside lamp and sighed happily. That was until she looked beside her, covering her mouth to stifle a scream. There was an anthro wolf lying in the bed next to where she was lying, the exact same way the wolf had been lying before she slept. She luckily had friends that loved to joke with her, and for her last birthday got her a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. She quickly picked them up and slapped them on the wolf’s left wrist, and to the bed. She waited until he woke, which only took a few minutes. He tried to move his arm, the shock of not being able to move it caused him to tug harder, the bed creaking, the gave short quick tugs on the cuffs, shortly after this he stirred and tugged again. Letting out a whimper and looking around, seeing the frightened Ansari, looking into her eyes and moving his bound hand. “Who are you!?” she asked, but he couldn’t answer. “Who are you? How’d you get in?” he just whimpered and looked up at the handcuffs, confused by the pink fur on them. “SPEAK!” This made him whimper and howl weakly, coughing afterwards. She got close to his face, “Can you speak at all?” he shook his head, then in a questioning tone, “But you can understand me” he nodded. She took a step back, trying to think of some way to get him to communicate other than nodding and howling.
What was going through his mind was “How do I get her to recognise me… The shape! On my hip!” He didn’t think to reach over his body to pull the covers over, showing his hip but covering his modesty. Instead he pulled up the side of the covers between himself and Ansari, causing her to hold her hands up near her face so that his nether regions were hidden from view. He barked and pointed to his hip, she stepped forward, still with her hands up, and jumped back in shock when she saw the heart shaped patch of fur. “You… you’re the wolf? The wolf I let stay here for the night…” He nodded. “Is there some way you can communicate with me? Like blink in Morse-code?” he jokingly blinked “Y-E-S” She giggled, “You wanna cover yourself please? You’re in the presence of a lady” he blushed and moved the covers, she picked up a pen and paper, “Can you write?” he nodded and barked twice. She handed the pen and set the notepad beside him. He barked again and pointed upwards, she didn’t know what he wanted until he clumsily held the pen in his right hand and wrote what looked like a drunken spider fell in ink then stumbled across the page. She picked it up and attempted to read it, “Cauldron eu remake ng cake ploeso… what?” she put the notepad down again and he took his time, the sprawl not as bad this time. “OH! Could you remove the cuff please, yeah sure…” She carefully unlocked the cuff from his hand, but not the bed. She sat beside him as he put the pen in his left hand and wrote, ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.’ “It’s ok. What’s your name?” ‘My what?’ “Your name, my name is Ansari, it’s what people call me” ‘I don’t have one’ “You don’t? How come? Did your mum not…” She was cute off by the wolf whimpering. “Oh… sorry, is she… dead?” ‘I don’t know. I ran after a hunter shot my mum’ “Oh… don’t worry, she’ll be ok. How do you have this form, do all wolves and other animals have ones similar?” ‘Not that I know of, but I can change at will.’ “Oh, that’s cool… But hey, why didn’t you change when you were handcuffed? Didn’t want to scare me further?” ‘No, I can’t change when I’m scared. I had hoped to change back before you woke up, so that you didn’t see me like this.’ “I feel a bit safer around you now… it’s hard to describe but, I feel safe… You didn’t…” ‘NO! I didn’t, the only thing I did as you slept was pet your hair, nuzzle your cheek, and wrap my arms around your stomach.’ “Oh, why’d you hug me?” ‘You shivered, I held you close to keep you warm. I’m sorry but do you have a toilet here?’ she helped him out of bed and to the bathroom, admiring his tail as he walked. She went downstairs, lighting the fire and starting to cook eggs, bacon and sausages. The wolf sat on the toilet, staring intently at the toilet roll holder, hitting the toilet and being amazed by how the toilet roll unrolled and kept hitting it until it had all unrolled and was hanging from the cardboard tube. He panicked and left the bathroom, having done nothing but play with the toilet paper.
He went downstairs to the kitchen and smiled at Ansari as she handed him a pair of jeans, a plaid shirt, both of which were her father’s, but out of all the clothes he was most intrigued by a pair lacy pink panties, which he held up and gave a quizzical growl. Ansari snatched them off him and blushed. The wolf put the jeans on but couldn’t wear them properly due to his tail and did not the shirt on. He sat down and watched as Ansari brought out two plates of eggs, bacon and sausages, placing one in front of him and one in front of the seat beside him. After a few seconds of scribbling on the notepad, he showed her “Thank you” written there, to which Ansari replied “You’re welcome.” She picked up her knife and fork and started to cut and eat her food, but before her first mouthful she dropped the cutlery and stopped the wolf from diving face first into a piping hot yoke. She put the knife and fork into the wolf’s hands and showed him how to cut and eat the food Ghost style. He gave her a little nuzzle and put the fork down, writing “Again” under the “Thank you”, “No problem Wolfie” She smiled and sat staring at him as she ate. Once they had finished she kissed his cheek as she took the dishes away. She nearly dropped the plates when she heard a weak voice saying “Thank you Ansari” She turned and saw the wolf, amazed that he could talk, even he was shocked that he spoke. “You spoke… can you speak again?” He tried to, but it came out as a bark. She walked off and washed the dishes, hearing another bark before she walked into the room, the wolf had written “Well it doesn’t seem that whether or not you’re looking affects me speaking.” “Well, what did we do differently before you spoke to me?” The wolf shifted uncomfortably on the seat and whimpered lowly. “What’s wrong?” He picked up the notepad and wrote for roughly 2 minutes, before handing it to her and letting her read it, which she did aloud. “My tribe are different to others like me, we earn abilities like a child earns a badge as a scout. We earn abilities from those we feel towards, but only if they feel for us in return. So I momentarily could speak from your kiss. An act of love is comparable to a… Wait… ‘An act of love’? But you said you need to…” She stopped once she realised. The wolf stood up and held her hand softly, holding her hand to his chest and smiling. He ran a paw up her back and onto the back of her head, pulling her in to a soft hug as she began to cry. “Everyone I’ve loved has been lost to me.” He kissed her forehead; “I won’t leave you Ansari” She looked up at him and cried even more, pushing her head against his chest. He picked up the notepad, writing, and showing her like he had done during the last hour. “I think a kiss only gives me the ability to say a few words.” “Well I never kissed you on the lips…” They both blushed as she kissed him on the lips. He wagged his tail as they kissed for several seconds, before Ansari, turned her head away and blushed, “Umm… I… did it work? Try saying something.” “She sells sea shells on the sea shore” They both were amazed that a simple kiss could make him speak. “Say something else!” “She sells on sea shores her sea shells I’m sure. Ansari it worked!” He picked her up into a hug and kissed her on the lips as he spun around. “I love you Ansari.” She stopped him spinning and took a few steps away. She was embarrassed, as was he, neither of them had ever said that to anyone. “Did I say something I shouldn’t have?” he asked, but she didn’t answer. “Ansari?” “N-no... it’s that no one has ever said that to me…” “Oh… I’m sorry…” She walked over to him and hugged him, rubbing her cheek against his fur, amazed at how warm he was considering how cold everything else was. She started to cry slightly, he just wiped her tears away and smiled. “Ansari… could I live here with you? I don’t want to go back to my den… I’d be lonely…” “Um… I… I guess you could yeah, but you’d have to hide from everyone during the day.” “I could walk around the in my feral form. That way I could walk stay near you as you work.” “Aww, you’re so cute.”
Around lunchtime, when half the town was in the pub eating lunch, the little feral wolf walked around, getting a few pettings and scritchings from a few patrons, mostly females. A few people admired him to Ansari. Before closing time, a gentleman walked in holding a rifle and a rucksack. “Evening Ansari, how are you today.” “I’m ok Mr. Johnston! How are you?” “Tired, been busy” “Sounds like fun, what can I get you?” “A pint of your strongest liquor please” She began pouring the drink for him, “So what’s in the bag?” He placed it on the counter, “I would have two, but the other ran away” He opened the bag to reveal a wolf pelt, still with the head and paws and tail attached. “Oh… that’s… that’s wow” “I know, beautiful creature. It’s a gift for the town hall. Should be a set, so I’m heading out tomorrow to find the second one.” At this time the wolf walked out, still feral form, then the man noticed him. “HEY! That’s the second wolf!” He fumbled to get his rifle, the wolf ran behind Ansari’s legs as she shouted at the man, ”You won’t shoot my pet!” “PET!? That thing is an animal! If you can’t tame it you kill it!” “Is he attacking you? No, he’s tame!” “I don’t care!” The wolf saw the pelt and knew, he knew it as his mother. He growled loudly at the hunter. “Does he sound tame?!” “He’s only…” she was cut off as the wolf had morphed to his anthro form and pushed the hunter over, throwing his rifle to the far side of the room. He picked the hunter up by the neck and dangled him in mid-air. “You killed my mother, I should do the same to you!” he dropped the hunter to the ground “But I won’t. You don’t deserve to live, on one condition, that you will never hunt another living creature again, and if you do, or if you tell anyone about me,” He got close enough to the hunter that he could feel the wolf’s breath. “If you break either of these conditions, you and I will partake in an experiment to see if you can survive long enough to see your own heart after I rip it from your chest. Do you understand?” The hunter nodded before scrambling to his feet and running out of the pub. The wolf stood and picked up the pelt, before he fell to his knees and broke into tears. Ansari was scared, but she still went to him and knelt with him, hugging him. “It’s okay. She’s watching over you now.” The wolf whimpered more, “Wolfie, is there a burial ground or holy ground for your tribe. Somewhere we can lay her to rest?” “Yes, but I want to keep her here, where I know where she is.” Ansari held him close, hugging him and kissing him.
That night Ansari was comforting him, gently petting him as he whimpered and cried, hugging the pelt close. While he slept, Ansari went and found her grandmothers spell book, searching for one to help him. She found an incantation that revives the dead from something that belonged to the deceased, stating that biological items like a milk tooth or a lock of hair work the best. She spoke the incantation over the pelt, hoping it would work.
The morning came and wolf woke up to a voice that was familiar to him, but it wasn’t Ansari’s. “Ezra, wake up Ezra. You always sleep late it’s a bad habit!” “No mum, five more minutes… MUM!?” he sat up in bed, they both stared at each other, Ezra amazed to see his mother, his mother amazed to hear him speak! “Ezra, who gave you the ability to speak?” “Mum, you were…” “Yes, but a nice woman named Ansari brought me back. She is downstairs preparing us a meal. Is she the one that gave you the gift?” “Yes, she kissed me and that’s how I can speak… How did she bring you back?” He said this as he hugged her tight, “Well, she spoke an incantation, and I was brought back.” The two went downstairs, Ezra’s mother wearing clothes that belonged to Ansari’s mother.
The three ate breakfast and spoke about what happened, Ansari and Ezra explaining how they met and that they were in love, and Ezra’s mother, Vivian, told them what happened to her, how the bullet didn’t hurt, what happened to her until Ansari brought her back. Then Vivian dropped a bombshell on Ansari. “You do know we are immortal don’t you?” “No, I didn’t know that.” “Once we reach a comfortable age, we don’t age after that. How old do you think I am?” “You only look about… Hmm, not much older than your early 40s.” She chuckled; “Silly girl, I am 3200 years old” Ansari looked at her in disbelief. “And my son is 700 years old. How old are you?” “I… I’m nineteen miss.” “Call me Vivian, and 19? You look at least 650 years old.” “Humans age differently to us mum. And saying she looks that young is insulting!” “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it”, “No it does matter! I love her, and you will treat her with respect!” “EZRA! You will not speak to me like that!” “I will speak to you whatever way I want!” “Both of you stop! I love your son, and if you can’t deal with that then just leave now!” Vivian stood and went to Ansari and hugged her, “One thing I didn’t tell you…” she gave Ansari a squeeze, “Once you declare your love for one of us, you become immortal too! But you’ll only stay the way you look now.”, “What do you mean by that?” “Ansari, I don’t care what you look like, even though you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And mum, if you can’t take it that I’m in love with her, then you should just leave!” “I’ve waited 700 years for you to start talking, now I wish you hadn’t!” “Then go. I’m happy with Ansari and if you can’t deal with that then you should leave.”
“You didn’t have to make her leave. And what sort of name is Ezra? It sounds like you mum just asked random people for a biblical sounding name.” “I did have to make her leave, and she picked it herself… I think…” “I’m just happy that you stayed here.” She smiled and gave him a hug as they lay in bed. Their life would be happy, neither Ansari or Ezra ageing, the two eventually coming clean about him being an anthro, and they were well respected, and with time other anthros joined their community. Bears. Eagles. Seals. The small town soon became a little city, filled with anthros of every species and humans, living in harmony. Truly, it was a paradise.