The gloomy overcast of the past week had finally begun to subside, making way for the crisp, cold autumn days that one expected in the mountains. The sky was a pale blue like it had been left out in the sunlight for far too long, lending it a bleached appearance. A few clouds lingered about in the distance, like a few gawkers that just couldn’t pry their faces away from the window display at a bakery. Much as they wanted to mar this beautiful autumn day, the upper atmosphere wasn’t having it.Advrik strolled down the simple paved sidewalk from his house, through the black iron gate, and headed due west from his little house and tiny plot of land, which he’d transformed from the dilapidated hovel that he had bought sight unseen just a few short months ago. Looking at the refined, upstanding citizen the house had become, one wouldn’t be chastised for not believing the before and after photos. One beast even claimed that it was a brand new house entirely, or they somebeast had used AI to greatly alter the images.
Gone were the crumbling white vinyl siding and its horrible stains, and in their place stood a wall of red brick that helped place the house more in line with the town’s namesake. The wolf’s work in taking down the monstrous threats both nearby and within town had garnered him much praise and offers from locals in thanks. One such offer came from the local masonry in the form of a deep discount on any pavers or stone, which Advrik took them up on almost instantly. Work began not even a week after the troll’s remains had been carted off.
A team of immigrant beasts who Mayor Filbert had offered sanctuary to years ago after they had fled their former country, set to work at the crack of dawn, and were finished by the time the sun had set. Advrik had treated the team to a dinner consisting of pizzas and hot wings from a local joint, inviting them all inside to wash up and relax before heading home that evening, but not before sharing stories of their homeland and the terrors they had fled.
Standing back and looking over his home, even he found himself in occasional disbelief over the transformation that had taken place. Not just his home but his life as a whole! He lived in a great, quiet little town surrounded by (mostly) friendly townies. He had a great, if not unpredictable, and sometimes unreliable job. Great friends and an amazing girlfriend in Brigid. Life had certainly been rocky for the wolf growing up, but things had finally smoothed out for the canine.
Now if only the rest of the world could find similar peace, he thought to himself as he pulled the gate shut, the latch making a clinking sound as it fell into place.
His destination this morning was the doctor’s office. He’d finally made it a point to get his annual physical exams going at the recommendation of Brigid. Advrik had always intended to go before the year was out, but her sweetening the deal by promising another lewd selfie upon confirmation the exam had taken place had hurried the process along.
Brigid Ashtear. Abrasive and foul-mouthed on the surface, warm and caring at her core. She had been the single best thing to have ever happened to him. She was understanding and patient with the wolf’s situation and his wanting to take things slow, which was partly due to her own insistence on not wanting to rush matters, opting to learn more about each other and grow the relationship—which was absolutely what it was, for that, she wasted no time confirming to him.
Never once had the subject of sex come up, but the pair were frisky with one another regardless. Brigid would, at random, send selfies of both the playful and lewd sort. Advrik liked to be teased, and she knew and had abused it. And as a fox with her extremely rare endowments, she had the equipment to be one hell of a tease. A bra strap here, a shot of her lifting her breasts with her forearm. Maybe even a downblouse shot or a straight-up bra photo, as he had received for his birthday.
Advrik would tease the fox with his own photos as well, her favorites being, from her own mouth, the “dick outlines” in his underwear. Morning tent poles were also a favorite, having quoted herself stating that she cussed him out when some good morning wood didn’t accompany his “Good morning” texts.
Though compliments were shared whenever these events occurred, they never went much further than that. Even when the two would get frisky with their comments about each other in person, they remained civil with one another.
And they were okay with that.
The wolf arrived at his destination: Brickhedge Medical. The only medical facility within Brickhedge city limits, with the only actual hospital standing at the base of the mountain about thirty minutes away. Actual health emergencies, though rare and having only happened twice in the last five years, always called for airlifts, with the helicopter landing in the nearby field off Yam Street.
No sooner did he grip the handle on the door to the office did it fly open, the frame nearly smashing his muzzle. Another wolf emerged, the first one he’d ever seen in Brickhedge, to be precise, which was something he hadn’t actually thought about until now, strangely enough.
The wolf was of average height and build, with close to six inches on Advrik and much broader shoulders. She was an older wolf, probably edging closer to sixty to sixty-five years of age, given the fade in her hair and fur. But even at such an age, she served as a stark reminder of just how subpar an example of his species he was.
It wasn’t like with Brigid. Her breasts and figure were an extreme rarity in her species, with no explanation as to why so few foxes develop like she had. She had explained that her doctor told her as a teen that one out of ever two or so million foxes develop in such a way. But Advrik? He was just a small wolf, standing just under six feet tall at five-nine. The average height was six and a half feet, and taller depending on the subspecies. Garou Loveless, for example, was pushing seven feet.
He was positive that during the Primal days, his stature would have been looked down upon in his species’ tribes, but nowadays? He was just a small wolf, no biggie.
“Sir, your name, please?” A voice pierced his daydream as he snapped back to reality, realizing that he’d somehow got from the outside and was standing at the receptionist’s desk!
“Oh, I’m sorry. Drahcir. Advrik Drahcir. I’m here to see Doctor Reigns.”
The receptionist was, too, a wolf. Golden eyes, grey-blue fur, fading blond shoulder-length hair. She looked stunning and was likely related to the wolf from a few minutes prior. Two wolves on the same day, bizarre.
“Okay, got you right here for 10am for your annual exam,” She said, looking up at Advrik past her glasses. “You’re the first wolf I’ve seen in town since I met my wife all those years ago.” She smiled warmly.
“How long have you been living here, sweety?”
“Since late March, I think it was. I bought that old, broken down house just up the street here and—“
“Oh sweet merciful Fenrir, you’re the poor soul that took up old man Crenshaw’s property? Good heavens dear, why did you ever put yourself through that?” Her voice was suddenly alive with energy, sparks popping off her golden eyes.
Advrik was at a loss for words, having not expected to have his home’s history diagnosed today, of all things. He was just here to find out how his cholesterol levels were faring. “Crenshaw, huh? First I’ve ever heard that name. Only thing I was told was the previous owner had fled to the bayou sometime ago, leaving the house a total mess.”
“Oh honey, I could tell you a number of stories about the previous owner. We’d gone to school together, you see, and—“ The door beside the receptionist’s desk swung open, and out popped a familiar raccoon. His long green hair was tied up in a bun atop his head. “Ralph?” He called, glancing at the patient’s info sheet on his clipboard. A kindly-looking chipmunk with blond hair and glasses approached the nurse. “It’s so good to see you again, Mr. Parker. How is that eye wound…” their voices instantly muffled by the door as it closed.
The door opened again immediately; this time, an even more familiar face appeared. “Advrik, good to see you. If you’d kindly step this way, please?”
The doctor was in, and she was as gorgeous as usual.
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