"They always release once they're done trapping" he repeated to himself throughout that afternoon in his head, having lost count of those who had made use of his body. As their captive, he provided a valuable service for the traveling pack. Trapping was not a woman's burden, not with pups back home to care for.

It hadn't even been a day since being captured and the mess in his fur was already matted and hardened beneath fresh lines. He guessed it would be less than a week's time before they moved down river and let him free. If he let them do as they pleased, they'd treat him well, or at least they had for the past few years.

So many new faces, including a few dire wolves. Enormous fellows. Good thing the smaller greys had the courtesy to break him in for the evening before the brutes trudged in from their hunt. Traveling meant they hadn't fucked anything in some time. Would those two be gentle?

"Not today..." he thought. "...not today."