Deacons tales

visited. She moved a little further from the den as the sun got ready to drop behind the peak, put her clothes on, then got out her bedroll. Damn me if she weren’t going to stay there. I stayed too, felt wrong to just leave her, the city folk would just have to do without a guide a bit longer. At first light I checked on her and she was back closer to the den, wrapped in her bedroll and munching on something. Sun was up so I used my mirror to flash her, gave her the ‘come to me’ sign. Through the binoculars I could see her grin and shake her head, gave me a wave and turned back to watch the den. Lord save me from crazy womenfolk. I packed up and headed back to the cabin, city folk can’t be left too long. It was three days before I hiked back to the den, girl was still there, still waved me off, I signalled her to watch as I hung a bag of iron rations up in a tree safe from critters, signalled four days and left her watching the Den, mother and cubs were just visible, too young yet to be allowed out in the open. It was three months before she met me on the track, I was only about a mile from where we split up. She grinned and thanked me for bringing her food so regular, said she needed more notepads and a camera, the alpha b***h had moved the cubs back with the pack but was still not happy if the males got too close, even her mate the alpha. Back at the cabin the boss i***t cussed up a storm but the girl just stood there, when he stopped cussing she pulled out her notebooks and started reading out loud, wasn’t long before he started getting excited. Girl snapped her notebook shut, did some cussing of her own and left him poleaxed. She stayed three days, only two nights in her own bed, left on the third day, biggest pack on her back we had spare, told me it was a change of necessaries and food, camera and notebooks. Never told the boss goodbye, just walked away down the track. Things settled down into a routine, the city folk stumbled around, set traps that no wolf would go anywhere near, took plaster casts of paw prints, maybe one in twenty was a wolf, most were hound dog tracks. Told ‘em, but they thought they knew better. Right. Once a week or so I made the trek out to the girl with more food, extra notebooks, more film, left them hanging in the usual tree, took a note if she left one. Gave the filled books and film to the boss. Rest of the time I kept to myself, guided them when they asked. That was a hot summer, the few times I saw the girl she was tanned all over, suppose that happens when you only have one set of clothes to last a summer. One time a couple of the city folk tried to follow me to the girl, stank of aftershave and cussed every time they tripped over. I only looped around so they wouldn’t get lost. Left them arguing about how they lost me and had walked in a circle. Guy from State turned up in Mid July to check on the cabins and city folk and to drop off a couple of boxes of collars and two radio direction finders rigged with a backpack harness. Got the papers for a grant too for every collar the city folk fitted, which meant every one I fitted. Took one out to the girl with the next food run, left it with a note, found it the next time around, she refused, rightly I thought, because the collar would lead the city folk to her, if they could use it right. I told the boss she could’t safely fit it on her own. He wasn’t happy. Tough. I could smell snow in the air when the girl limped back into camp. Missed the city folk leaving by almost a month. Girl looked thin and limped but otherwise healthy. We talked over a stew supper, the limp was nothing, the bruises and bite marks sure shocked me though. Seems she had been getting closer and closer to the pack, at first they avoided her but she was persistent, no s**t. Bit by bit she worked her way closer, took the growls and played submissive, took the occasional nips and bites in her stride. Planned to be back early spring and aimed to stay next winter. Never met a girl like her, never knew if I wanted to kiss her or kick her sweet little butt. It was a long winter alone. I never minded being on my own but I missed the girl, funny since I seldom saw her and then only through binoculars often as not. Even hiked up to check on ‘her’ pack a few times when there was a break in the weather. It was February when the girl showed up, had walked up from the highway. Told me how the boss screwed her over, claimed all her notes and film as his own, was coming back this spring but got her kicked off the team to hide his theft. Girl was as angry. Cussed him out fit to shame a sailor. She planned to got out again despite him, not like he’d ever find her. Begged me to say nothing and maybe slip her some food when I could. I nixed that idea. Getting kicked off the team cost her the student grant she had depended on. Her going back out was one thing, going out without backup, medical insurance, all that good stuff, that was plain stupid. We argued, well, I stuck to my guns and she switched from shouting to begging so fast and often it gave me a headache and made me dizzy. Like I said, couldn’t decide if I wanted to kiss her or kick her sweet little butt. The solution came to me in the night. Next morning she found me sipping coffee and smiling, she knew straight off I had a plan, now to see if my plan got me cussed out or not. I told her the deal with the collars, the grant was just about enough to cover her student medical insurance, losing her student grant didn’t matter to her student status if she could prove she was interning or whatever. I offered to write a letter to cover her. But. My price was she wore the collar. If nothing else it would mean I could find her and resupply her easier, or locate her if she didn’t collect the rations. I also explained how I had messed with the collar and changed the frequency so the city folk wouldn’t be able to find her, at least not from the collar. And I had a second collar, also doctored, she had to agree try to get it on one of ‘her’ pack. My backup plan in case hers failed. I wanted a fighting chance to find her if she got hurt or ill. I never expected the girl to model it for me, buck naked. Hussy. We plotted and planned the rest of the day, she gave me all her papers, purse and other stuff for safe keeping, packed as much food as she could, notebooks and camera then her patience ran out, guess it was time, so I filled up the second pack of food, set out my belt kit and rifle. We walked out early the next morning. We heard the fight long before we got to the overlook for the den her pack were now using, The pack had the bear treed, but the cost was heavy, the alpha b***h was badly hurt. Nothing I could do but use the rifle. The girl watched me, tears streaming down her cheeks, nodded a weak thank you and just walked away. The shot distracted the pack and the bear made it’s escape. It was three weeks before I saw her again. Meantime the city folk had returned, the boss had a new student slave, another girl, as requested I took her out scouting dens. Utter waste of time. Gave her the lye soap and the lecture, she slapped my face and cussed me. Boss wasn’t happy, with me. Seems he brought her to warm his bed as well, so I just ignored her and let him deal with it. More pointless traps, more plaster casts of paw prints, hound dogs again and the occasional wolf print. Lots of time messing around with one of the team carrying a collar whilst two others used the direction finders, they called it ‘mapping black spots’, I called it farting about, but kept that to myself. Another food drop, sun was out and I picked a spot to lay out my bedroll then settled with the binoculars to check on the girl. I never expected to see what happened that day. The girl must have spent every minute with the pack because she was no longer watching, she was in amongst them. Up here in the mountains the bitches go into season around March time unless we have a very mild or very bad winter, being March now I expected the new alpha b***h to be in season soon, I did wonder which it would be, now the old alpha b***h was no more. I’ve seen a lot over the years living on the mountain, learned a lot from others, I’ve never seen of heard tell of how an alpha b***h gets selected. That morning the pack was outside the den and something was going on, the alpha male had his dander up. The bitches were acting strange and right in the middle was the girl. Buck naked on her hands and knees, only moving to keep herself faced towards the alpha male. As I watched he rushed her, teeth bared, she dipped her shoulders down low and twisted, head back exposing her throat, the male nipped her shoulder, then began sniffing her, like he was deciding if she was, was, damned if I know what. He must accept her as pack or she wouldn’t be amongst them. As I watched the male sniffing and then licking her I marvelled at just how much her body had changed. She had been fit when she first arrived last year, now her muscle tone was obvious, sleek, but the strength showed through, would need it too if she was running with the pack. Couldn’t have been an ounce of fat on her body, dirt and sweat yes, but that somehow added to her, well, animal beauty. Damned if the alpha male wasn’t sticking his nose right between her legs, looked like he was sniffing her ass, then, hot damn she copied him, stuck her nose to his ass, I swear I saw the pink of her tongue. Next thing I know he is licking her, his pink tongue must have been getting her from c**t to asshole, could even see flecks of his spittle on her ass cheeks. Placed as I was my presence was undetectable from even a few yards away, my binoculars shaded from the morning sun so they wouldn’t catch it and ‘flash’, yet I swear as the alpha male mounted her, she turned her head to the side and looked right at me. I saw her wink... !! The big male took her hard, like he was grudge f*****g her, lasted longer than I thought was normal, twice her cumming echoed off the mountain before the alpha closed his fangs to the back of her neck, that collar was too narrow to protect her, spittle dripped on her sweat glistening skin, he wasn’t biting, just holding her as he pumped and filled her. They were tied for the best part of half an hour. When he pulled out the girl kind of melted to the ground, curled up like she was holding his seed inside her protective like. Three times the male snapped at another b***h who tried to get to her. I stayed all day, watched him take her again, twice, each time a little less brutal, but still ended with her neck in his jaws, held captive as he pumped her full. Both times they tied for the half hour, or close to it. Both times her cries echoed off the mountains multiple times. As night fell the pack stirred, going hunting no doubt, I saw them set off, the girl running even with the big alpha, just before they disappeared into the trees I watched him nip at her left buttock, turning her to head more left. I was awake before the dawn, the den was quiet, but then I saw the alpha male, the second collar around his neck...