Wolfen crouched down, your sky darkening as he large thighs bent and his massive buff body seem to loom to the sky. Bring his paw down he gently scooped you up into his hand. You felt a wave of comfort as you were shifted onto the warm plump pawpad, the black pad cushioned you as a field of grey fur stretched out. Bringing you close to his pecs, Wolfren rose before walking near the entrance of his hut.
Upon opening the flap for a second a chilling breeze with snow flurries blasted in, Wolfren grunted as he quickly closed the flap. Sighing your father rubbed his thick neck. "My word, the dark months are already sending their wind to halt our progress."
The dark months was a period in which the brutal full force of winter hit the region. The sun was sealed behind clouds and the winds were said to be controlled by the dark spirits wishing to put their victims into a chilling sleep. Of course hunts were more frequent as food needed to be secured for a time to avoid hunting in the blizzards.
Wolfren looked stern as he brought you to his face. "Zve this weather is not good for you and sitting in my fur alone wont protect you. You'll need to stay in my buttocks until we're finished.", the chief spoke with seriousness, you weren't surprised as should a threat ever concern you Wolfren would be quick to place you in a secured part of his powerful body.
You smiled and nodded. "Ok i understand father, try to be careful when you rest my room.", you joked chuckling. Being between your father's large cheeks wasn't any less comforting then his pecs. Both were warm, were seemingly endless in their size, and had his scent. Rather it be to hide you or rest if you grew tired during a meeting, your father's massive rump was jusr as much a home.
Growing a smile at your upbeat attitude, Wolfen brought his other paw around and pinched the thin strap between his furred glutes. "I'll keep that in mind, though you've never complained about a little pressure.", Wolfren chuckled as he pulled out the loin strap, his cheeks seemed to inflate in their roundness as the strap was pulled down. Slowly bringing his paw around, you were greeted by the humongous butt of your father. It's size was like two mountains with white fur in between both grey cheeks.
Tilting his palm, you began to slid towards the warm dark crack of your father's butt. Sliding off the paw pad finger tips you fell on top of the cheek, despite the muscular glute the fur and fat still cushioned you. Wolfren feeling your small speck on his large rump palmed both cheeks and pulled them apart. You began to sink into the crack, the familiar pressure of the two warm cheeks began to envelop you as you sank into the ass. Warmth surrounding you as your father's sweaty smell filtered through, darkness grew more intense as you were like a mere dot in the butt. Despite falling for a minute into the sweaty white fur, you still were between the cheeks.
Letting go of his cheeks, Wolfren sighed as he felt a small speck between his glutes, his son safely held there in his rear. Pulling up the loincloth, the pressure increased slightly as the loin strap ran up the crack, despite this the fabric didn't actually reach you, proving just how deep you were. The walls of firm fur soon vibrated as Wolfren patted a cheek.
"Remember Zve i won't be able to hear you, if you need something please squirm as much as possible. Stay safe my son.", Wolfren smiled walking over he bend over to pick up his spear, the process squeezing you as his butt stuck out, the loud swishes of his tail booming.
Walking over to the entrance, Wolfren clasped the flap and tore it open, prepared for the dark month's ferocious winter.
The chief....
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