Evergreen branches swayed lazly in the cold night air, All was peaceful and quiet.  Though it was soon broken as two men in grey uniform rushed past the tree, Pushing the branch aside.  Red in the face and panting for air the men sprinted threw the thick woods, Running inbetween trees, making their own path in the northen set woods.  In their rush a twig snag one of the men's garrason caps and pulled it from his head.  His bold red spiky hair now bobbed and drifted in the cool air as he ran. But the only action to change from his running was that he wipe the sweat out from his brow and grass green eyes,  Leaving a streak of mud on his freckled cheeks.

	The other soldier look to him quickly, His pace not slowing for a second.  The helmed man then told him threw deep breaths.  "Don't stop, Do not even hesitate Bill."  The red haired man quickly ducked under a oak branch and picked back up to speed, His boots slightly slid and stuck in the damp forest floor.  "I wasn't, I was just thinking.  We could have saved Tony." Said Bill.  "The helmed man shook his head a few times, Then said. "You seen the beasts, They were right behind us. After Tony hurt his leg there was not much we could have done."  Just then, Out from the depths of the woods came a horrid wail that shatter the night silence.

	"I told you we could have saved him." Said Bill as tears began to run down his cheeks,  The wet streams gently clearing some of the mud away.  "No Bill, They had him... They were just waiting, Using him as bait, To see if we would come back.  It's not our fault, We came out here together to find the colonel.  Not to die." Said the helmed man.

	Soon after his foot gave way under the soupy ground, He fell face first into the ground with a wet flop.  Bill quickly halted and turned back.  He took his friend's arms and started to pull him up. The man just peered at him with his blue eyes, He then started to speak, Some of the mud dripped off of his covered face.  "Just go Bill."  "But." Quickly said Bill.  "They will be here any second, Just fucking GO!" Shouted the man as he pull out of his grip and fell back to the ground.

	Bill turn around as fast as he could and made his way back on his original path, As he turned he heard the man say.  "Go, Jones should still be waiting at the truck."  Bill was then on his way, Pushing some branches out of his way.

	As he ran he heard a low growl come from behind, Then words.  "Come on you bastard!"  The growl turned to a howl, Then suddenly a yelp.  "How'd ya like a boot to the snout! Huh!?"  The growl came back followed by a few more, The howl of death followed. Bill bit his lip and clinched his fists at the sound.

	He press on threw the darkness, The silence came yet again.  The only sounds to be heard was his panting and him pushing the plant life aside.  He then came across another pine, He just closed his eyes and slammed threw it branches.  As he came out the other side his scuffed boots gave out a few klack.  He stopped and open his eyes, He was on the road.  He looked across the street to see only more trees, His eyes then turn south.  There he seen the bright beams of headlights.  

	He only stood a hundred or so feet away. He was so close, He was not going to give into fatigue.  He sprinted towards the truck, His boots slammed onto the black pathment.  As he got closer he could slightly seen a figure come into focus.  But getting closer he soon came to a dead stop and dove for the cover of a mess of shrubs along the side of the road.

	From there Bill stared at the grey and brown beast, Slightly kneeled over by the driver's door.  The matted and mangy wolf, Stood over the bloody corpse of Jones. It then lower it's head down and tore a strip of meat from the dead man neck. It's jaw flapped loudly as it chewed with it's mouth open, Slowly panning it head around.  Bill took a deep breath as it's view came towards his hiding place, It stopped chewing then swallowed.  It's head then quickly dove back towards the body and went for another piece.

	Bill thought to himself.  Did it not see me?  It should of at least heard me running down here, Maybe the engine covered my sound enough.  He thought, Trying to reason with himself.  But either way Bill knew he needed to take action,  He slowly crawled along the side of the road.  He was only twenty feet away from the truck, But he was not going to rush for it, Not yet at least.

	As he got closer he could see it feasting more vividly.  It's bloody hands clawed away the top of the body's uniform, Revealing more meat for it's hunger.  Bill did not want to watch but he had to keep his eyes on it.  It then chomped down on the corpse's collar, The bone within shattered and broke.  Bill shook with digust as he heard it.  The beast then shook it's head, Bloody drool flew from it's mussle and jetted along the road and truck.  It then thrusted it's head back, The meat gave in and came off with a loud snap. Bill just watched as the flesh was juggled around the beast maw as it chewed with it's mouth open.

	Bill thanked Bedravar that he was close enough now for the truck to hide his view from it feeding. Bill got up and slowly crept up to the side of the covered convoy truck.  As he pressed his back to the side of it he heard a low grugling belch emit from the other side of the truck.  Bill just gritted his teeth and ran for the back of the truck, He hopped in with a loud thud.  He look onto the few wooden weapon crates that were within.  He open one of the crates, It's lip hit one of the bar holding up the tarp, Letting out a loud ting.

	He placed his hands inside and pull out a old pump shotgun, He quickly pushed a few shells into it's side as he turn around.  He then jump, His boot slapped onto the pathment.  He then stepped around the corner of the truck and pumped his gun.  Then his layed his eye onto the beast, It was still feeding, Yet It's bright yellow eyes were lock to his.

	Just then he felt a gust of hot damp air jet onto the back of his neck.  He dropped his weapon and closed his eyes while taking a deep breath.  Then he felt the broad hand slam into his back, Followed by the weight of the beast.  He painfully slammed into the road, His vains ran cold with fear.  He quickly rolled onto his back.  He hope to see the star filled night sky. Yet, Was met by a tooth filled open maw.  As it got closer his vison blacked out, The last thing he remembered was the heavy smell of the beast breath, and the thick humid air to go with it.

				One Week Later

	A train traveled down alone track, It was only thing that cut threw the green hill filled plain. The six dull red cars rocked and click along the track as it rode towards a speck of a town in the distance.

	Within the train a man walked from car to car, Till he reach the first class section.  After the man stepped in he slid the door closed, He then set down his large luggage case to straightened out his blue tee-shirt and made sure his jean's legs were not stuck in his shoes.  Afterwards he licked his hand and flattened down his smooth bright red hair.  With his deeds done he took hold of his brown case and began to head down the hall of the car, Admiring the woodwork of the wall panels and fine crimson carpet.  

	Standing out in front of the first room of the car stood a elven woman, Judging by her blue dress, The man guessed she was a part of the crew.  The door was open and the long haired elf bowed her head, As her hair drooped she spoke.  "Is there anything else I can get you Sir?"  A well spoke and toned voice came out from within the room.  "Well, Could you fetch me a cup of hot black tea, Then put a tablespoonful of honey and a squeeze of lemon in it.  If you would please miss."

	She lifted her head and gladly said. "Yes, Sir. Of course." Then she slowly closed the door and turn towards the man in the hall and walked.  As she past him he tapped her on the shoulder and shyly asked.  "Is that... Imun's booth?"  She turn her head and look at him with a smile. "Yes, It is." She said softly.  "Thank you." He said smiling back.  The man slowly walked to the door, His heart raced with excitement.  His hand inched toward the door, Shaking ever so lightly.  He then gave three knocks on the maple door.

	"That was quite fast. Come on in, The door is still unlocked." Said the well respected voice.  The man slowly opened the door and peered his head inside.  His sights first come upon a book and file covered table that sat inbetween two brown leather booth seats, His vison then turn left.  That's when he seen him.

	The red fox had his hand braced against his mussle, His head was aimed down at the table. The visor of his cap block the man's view of the fox's eyes.  The other black furred hand came off of the lap of his grey overcoat and flipped a sheet of paper for one side of a folder to the other.  "You can just place it on a clear spot." Said the fox, His eyes still lock down.

	The man looked around the table and seen no clear spot, But then he shook his head and timidly introduced himself.  "S-s-sorry for just comming unannounced like this Sir, But. I wanted to meet you in person. My name is Ben Tailor, And it is a honor."  The fox lifted his head, His fist still rested on the side of his mussle.  His eyes came out from under his visor, They were yellow with a slight hint of green.  His eyes then shifted and lock onto his.

	The fox then spoke.  "Another fan I see, Tell you what. I'll sign something for you when we reach Halforth.  What do you say?"  Ben wanted to take the bribe but he wanted to meet and speak to the hero of Dezhal Hill.  "I just wanted to speak to the famous Imun, You know being new to the Strigen and all." He said with alittle bit of a nervous whimper.

	Imun gave out a gentlemen's chuckle, The tips of his fangs slightly shown out from this black lips.  "Great to see other soldiers looking up to me for guidance, Come in take a seat." He said with abit of pride.  "Oh, Yes sir. Want to see my gear?"  Said Ben, With a large grin and the feeling of excitment raging threw out his body.

	The fox took off his cap and pushed his fingers threw his silky red fur, Then he placed the cap back on, Then made sure it was straight.  "Sure, Why not."  He said.  The man then pull his case into the already cramped room and pull out his uniform, Right away the fox said.  "A corporal I see."  "Yes, Sir." Replyed the man quickly.  Then he pull out his helmet, The back end of which was exented greatly.  "A Trishen guard, Ever been to Kole?"  Asked the fox.

	"A few times, And I thought everyones helmet was like this?" Questioned the man.  The fox shook his head once and told him. "Only if you were born and rased in the province of Trish.  Which by the way, What are you doing all the way up in Rilk for?  It's just a wilderness wasteland, Only good for it's wood and oil is all."

	"Well, My brother got posted up here. So, Wanting to be with him I sent letter after letter to Daleven.  Looks like he got 'em."  Said Ben.  The fox sighed and then told him. "Do you even know what they do up here?" The man shook his head and the fox went on. "Lycanthropes have been showing their ugly heads again, And we're here to put them down."

	The man's smile returned.  "That meens that you'll be our commander!  By the way, What is a like-can-rope?"  Then a knock came from the door, And the fox told the knocker to come in.  After the elf placed his tea onto the table and was thanked she left. Imun then took a sip of the tea and place the cup back onto the saucer,  Then he spoke.  "In more "common" tongue it is called werewolf."

	The man's skin turned ghost white. "W-w-w-w-werewolves?"  He said with a massive stutter.  "Why do you think I am reading as much as I can about them." Said Imun waving his hand over the table.  Then a voice came over the train's intercom.  "We will be arriving in Halforth in a few minutes."

	The man quickly placed his hands together and very quickly asked.  "Please, Teach me at least about the basis of the lycan-things."  Imun looked at the begging man and told him.  "Sit up stright and be silent, Like a proper Strigen and I'll tell you some facts from Haywind's notes. And by the way, Wipe that dirt from your nose."  The man instantly did as he was told, Besides wipe the dirt on his nose. He then told the fox. "It's a freckle, Sir."  But the fox payed no attention, He just cleared his throat with a light cough and then began.

	"Haywind was the first to find out that the lycanthrope disease was a kind of cancer that drove it's self into the brainstem,  From there at the right times it would hijack the body's functions.  He then soon after found out that the cancer is sensitive to the gravitational pull of the moon, And at high tides the cancer excites and reproduces it's self threw out the body.  With it in the brainstem it can do so in a matter of minutes, But this has it's toll on the body, Making it hunger to resupply it's energy. But even more important Haywind was looking to make a cure for the disease and found out that with the right magnetic frequinces could force a shift from man to beast."  The fox then stopped and took and another drink of tea. As he did the man asked.  "Where did they come from?"

	The fox put the cup back down then told him.  "You may or my not know, But Haywind also wrote about that when a fox,wolf,cat, or coyote breed with the human like races they either come out man or beast, One genetic over powers the other.  But he also noted that it is not "impossible" for a hybrid to come around, Just hasn't happen. But that's off topic.  In his theory he wrote that a cancer cell got intertwined with a egg during sex, The cancer being from the wolf partner.  So the human's genetic over took the wolf's and came out as a human, But the cancer cell wanted to grow and it laid dorment in the body till the child was older then, Boom. Lycanthrope.  But it is just a theory and has not be proven and most likly will never be, It happen so long ago.  As how it spreads,  The cancer makes the nearest mucous membrane, Being the throat and mouth of course... To produce colony cells."

	"Ok I think I get it, But what is this about?" Asked Ben as he pointed at a folder that read.  "Lycanthrope Lords, By Doctor Harbor Alberttenian Beck." And under that in bold red print read. "TOP SECRET"  Just then the train came to a stop and the intercom voice came again.  "We have arrived at Halforth. Hope you enjoy the long ride."  The fox's hands dove around the table and pooled everything together, He then stack the files and placed them atop of his books.  Then quickly took his leave, Followed by the young Strigen.

	As they left the train they stepped onto the rickidy platform, The poorly built frame creeked under their weight.  Imun then placed his books into a bag he grabbed on his way off the train, Then he neatly stacked the files to the side of them then zipped it up.  He then threw the bag over his shoulder and walked off the platform onto a gravel path that lead up to a old shack the served as a ticket booth.   
Ben was right behind the fox, He watched red and black hazed tail sayed out from Imun's overcoat, It's white tip swayed by were his hocks would be.

	The colonel tapped his hand on the board covered window, The wood lifted up and a brown haired gnome peered at him threw large thick round glasses.  "Trent Imun I take it." Said the little man as he pull on his tiny stub of a beard.  "Yes, I am." Said the fox.  "Great, I got word. Your ride is waiting just inside the town." Said the gnome.

	Trent took off his hat for a second and lowered his head. Then walked off of the gravel path and onto the the road.  Ben was right on his tail.  They took a quick look around the town, Mostly just quickly slapped together shack for people who come up here seasonally for logging or drilling.  A ice cold wind blew threw the town, Some of the tin and plywood swayed and slapped together.  Trent guessed about fifty or so homes were in this so called town.  The only building worth a damn was the Inn/Tavern, Named "Ice Claw."

	The two walked deeper into town as they came closer to Ice Claw, Eyes peered onto the from the shacks and buildings.  The fox's hearing even picked up someone saying. "Hope these ones do their damn job."  But Trent just kept walking.  As they approched Ice Claw the large ten foot double doors swong open.  A white wolf stepped out,  The nine foot wolf watched them as he wiped his hands on his stained apron.  The broad chested wolf then took it off and tossed it inside. You could now clearly see his brown cloth pants and shirt, As for shoes he wore none.

	As they got closer they both could tell the wolf did alot a labor outside just by looking at his massive bulk.  The arctic wolf cracked his knuckles and gave a smirk from his broad square like snout.  "What do we have here?"  Said the white wolf as the icy breeze came again blowing his puffy tail and fur in the wind. Before they could speak his large blue eyes narrowed and he spoke again. "A tinder foot fox and a timid human."  They kept walking and Trent lightly said.  "Enprat Monta." "(stupid wolf)"  The wolf showed his fangs and pointed at him, Shouting.  "I don't know what the fuck you just said, But I don't like that fancy talk!"   "Why? Too hard to learn?" Said Imun mockingly.  "You know what, The truck is right there.  Felmort is ready to take you good for nothings to your run down piece of shit base." After saying that the wolf then turned and slammed the door behind him as he went back inside.

"I just want some peace and quiet along the ride, So don't even say a word."  Said the fox without looking back to Ben.  "Yes, Sir." Is all he could say as Trent got up in the cab and he had to climb into the back of the red rusting truck. The dwarven driver the quickly drove out of town towards the endless wood in the distance.

				45 MINUTES LATER

	After turning off onto a dirt road the truck came to a old base in the middle of the woods.  The two got off and the dwarf quickly pulled away, Heading back to town.

	Imun looked at the base, A old rusted chain link fence in boxed the small base.  He walk towards the gate, Which was left open and the only watch tower on the base was unmanned.  He looked at the six old tin barracks, He then walked into the base followed by his Strigen.  The fox then said to himself   "The base is abandoned?" Just then the sound of glass breaking came from the other side of the barrackses, Followed by roars of laughter.

	The fox then jogged around the building and seen his new division,  Some wore street clothing, Others drank and toss the bottles where every they wanted,  And some set up a card table next to a fire in the middle of the marching yard.  "What the hell is this?!"  Shouted the fox.  All eyes turned to him, Then some soldiers froze as some others tryed to duck away.  "Everyone line up!  That includes Strigen in the barrackses!" He shouted.

	The doors opened and enlisted men started to walk out from the buildings, Imun's eyes then lock onto a grey wolf who was trying to button down his uniform, But his large under shirt covered stomach prevented him of doing this task.  Imun put his arms behind his back and slowly walk towards the pointed snout wolf.  The tall slightly under weight wolf (not counting his gut) froze on the spot.  "What is this?" Said the fox stiffly, As he pull the large shirt up and poked the wolf's big white furry gut.  A scruffy man stepped out from the crowd and said.  "Well Hank and Westton there were playing cards with us and well.  They both ran out of statments to pay us so we made them a deal, That Hank has to be eaten by Westton and stay in there for a whole day."

	Trent look up at the pointy wolf, Westton gave a shaky smile and looked down at the fox with his dark brown elongated eyes.  "What?!" Trent shouted yet again, Turning to the man who spoke.  "It's all good. Westton still have what? Like three days till his next digestive purge." Said the man.  "Morons! For one thing, My purge is still not for another five, And you don't see me running around eating people.  Two, What if we were to come under attack?  Do you think the Two Winds rebels would wait for him to regurgitate up reinforcements?  THREE!  Sayku (vore) and Strigen should only go together if it is to save a life. Like, He freezing to death and you quickly need to get him out of the cold then Sayku is fine.  But This, This is the reason men die from rebels, They wait for your pants to be down and your belly to be out."  After his ranting Trent walked back up to the front of the men, Westton quickly jogged to get up there with the others, His white belly swong from side to side as he held up his pants.

	"As for the action of the rest of you, You seem bored.  Let me fix that.  I want you to flatten out the path that leads from the base and then lay gravel on it. Which, We will start at Six O' clock in the morning."  Commanded the fox.  "For this I want the most veteran Strigen here to lead you.  Where is he?"  Asked the fox calmly.  The scruffy man then walked over to Westton and slapped his round gut. "He right here."  As he did that a loud gurgle emited from the wolf's gut as the man shifted around inside and muffled complaining could be heard.  The wolf then took hold of his belly and soothed it with one hand as he push the human away with the other and said. "That was not cool at all."

	The red fox slowly closed his eyes and took off his cap, As he tilted his head backwards he bit the back end of his cap.  Then he opened his jaw and placed his cap back on his head.  "Where is my office?" He said looking to the man.  "There, Sir." He said pointing at a brick building.  "Good.... MY OFFICE NOW!" He shouted with rage, His fangs fully bared.  "As for you guys, Get some sleep.  You're woking double time now tomorrow.  As for you Westton Get that man out of your gut damn it, And whom else is in his squad, If he can't do it alone help him...."  By now Trent reclaimed some of his nerve.  But he still walked over to the brick building, And waved his hand to the scruffy man to follow.	

	The men quickly branched out in their own squads and went to their barracks.  Ben placed his hand on the shoulder of a dwarf and asked him.  "Do you know were Bill Tailor is, I'm his brother Ben."  "Barracks two, If he was still here."  Said the shaved dwarf.  "What do you meen not here?"  Asked Ben.  "You'll have to ask them to find out more." Said the dwarf as he turn towards barracks four.

	Ben quickly ran and went into barracks two.  First thing to catch his eye was Westton half naked on hands and knees, Gagging himself with his finger.  He belly jolted as he coughed, It was followed by a loud gagging belch and streams of thick saliva spilling from his gapping maw onto the floor.  The two other men laid in their bunks and watched.  The buzzed black haired elf shook his long face, As the bald black broad man lit up a cigarette, and took a hit then let it slowly roll out of his mouth.  Wolf gagged again and his belly bounced as he tryed to push his captive out, But his gut let out a grinding growl as it pulled the man back into it's depths. The wolf pulled his pointed snout away from the puddle of spit and wipe his muzzle with his furry arm.

	He then stood up and sat down on his bunk with a thud, He slouched over making his belly spill more onto his lap. He the placed his elbows on his white shifting stomach and planted his jaw onto his open hands,  He then said.  "Well guys, He not coming up."  The pale elf sat up, Looking over to the engorged wolf he told him.  "If you never even done it before, Then why would you eat a full size man for your first time?" The black man put his cigarette out on the wooden floor and stated. "Because he lost a bet, You never go back on a bet."  The elf shrugged and flopped back to the bed and said.  "Nevermind."

	Ben set his case onto the floor then looked out the door and seen the sky turning orange, He then closed the door and said.  "Hey guys, Do you know Bill Tailor?"  They all looked at him.  Westton tilted his head and asked. "When did he get here?"  "I knew, I just didn't care." Softly said the elf.  "Yes, We all do. He was apart of this squad."  Said the black man.  "Well, He is my brother."  Said Ben.  "Well, He not here anymore, If you help us get Hank out of his predicament then I'll tell you more tomorrow. A deal?"  Said the black man with his offer.

	"Why tomorrow?" Asked Ben with a hint of anger.  "Fine then, Don't" Said the black man.  "OK,OK." Said Ben in defeat.  Then a loud hiccup came wolf, He then wrapped his arms around his gut as is thrust out in spots. He then leaned his head back and let out a growl from grit teeth.  "Calm down, In Bedravar's name. Please you're giving me a killer stomach ache." He whimpered as he winced in pain from the man kicking around inside. 

	The black man then pull a rope out from under his bunk and tossed it and Ben, Then told him.  "By the way names Lance Norwin, That lump over there is Kalmorthindos but we just call him Kal, And fat ass there is Westton Skeller." "Hey I'm not fat... Just full." Said Westton as he patted the sides of his gut, Followed by him hunched over in pain again.  "We getting to it, Just calm down. Damn." Said the wolf shaking his head and rolling his eyes.  "Why do you have rope under your bed?"  Asked Ben as he unraveled it.  "Never know when a good piece of rope will come in handy." Said Lance.  "I see...." Stated Ben.  

	Lance then got up and walked over to Westton, Kal just watched.  "Ok big guy, I need you to get back down on the floor." Said Lance as he gave the large wolf a small punch to the arm.  Westton lower his head and sighed. He then slowly slid off the bed and back onto his hands and knees, As he did he said.  "I'm never going to gamble again." 

	"OK, Westton. I'm going to start to feed this rope down to Hank, So When he starts to come up I need you to gag so he come out smoother, OK?" Told Lance.  "Yeah, Yeah." Said Westton bobbing his head abit.  "OK, Hand me some rope Benny."  Ben gave him a end of the rope and Westton open his maw.  Lance looked into dark depth of the wolf's gullet and spoke into it as a gurgle echoed out from within.  "OK, Hank we are going to feed you a rope, In more ways then one Hehehe.  But take hold of it and then pat the stomach wall when you get it."  Lance then looked back to Ben as he began to slip the rope into the damp darkness, Then he told him.  "Ok Ben, Get over there and get your hands on the belly of the beast."  "What?" Question Ben.  "Just do it." Demanded Lance.  "Fine." He said letting go of mass of the rope and walked over to Westton.  

	Ben rubbed the back of his head while going "Ummmm." He then kneeled down and slowly placed his hand on the saging gut, Though he quickly just pulled away when he felt the man shifting inside.  "Come on man." Said Lance.  Ben then quickly placed both of his hands on the furry orb. He then rubbed his hands on it abit till be got to the soft warm skin under the thick white pelt.  "Hhhmmmmm" Emited out from the wolf as he rubbed, Ben felt awkward but he knew he need to go threw with this.

	Then Ben felt the heavy thuds against his hands. "He has it!" Ben shouted.  "Good work, Now get up here and help me get him out."  Ben quickly stood up and rush in front of Lance and took hold of the rope.  "OK, Ben. Let Mr. Wolfy get ready first, OK?" Lance told Ben. "Will do." Answered Ben.  

	Westton inhaled a deep breath threw his nose, Then he rolled his tongue out and gagged.  Saliva dripped off the tip of his tongue and onto the floor, Starting a second puddle.  A growl roared from his gut, As his belly jumped, His chest began to expand. "Pull now Ben." Commanded Lance.   As they both pulled, the wolf's stomach quickly started to shrink with a wet bort sound. The wolf's throat began to gurgle as the meal it had earlier was now being force back up.  A long deep belch then rolled out of his maw, Getting louder and louder as air was forced up with the man. After about five seconds it came to a end.

	Both Ben and Lance rung their noses at the smell.  "Oh, It stinks." Said Ben.  Just then arms came out of the maw, And the man's head could just be seen in the darkness of the wolf's gullet. Thick saliva dripped from the arms onto the floor, And rolled down the man's face and blond hair aswell.  "Yeah, Just think how it smell in there." Said Hank with his eyes closed.

	The two men then quickly pulled, A whimper came from the wolf as more of the man was pulled from his depths. The pull got most for the man out, Only his lower legs remained inside. Then the wolf gagged really hard his head and shoulders thrust out and the man's legs were shot out with a loud wet squeeze.  Westton fell to his side with a loud thud, He grasped his gut and moaned.  "Awwww, That sucked."

	Ben look onto the fix man as he stood up, Saliva shimmered all over the man's body as it dripped and flowed onto the floor.  Nothing on his body was spared from the slobber. Even though he wore boxers, You could see his cock clearly threw the wet white cloth.  Ben turn around and dug into his case and withdrew some boxers. "Here you go their mine but hell..."  He said.  "Hey, Thanks by the way for getting me out of there, As for the boxer it's better than wearing wet ones." After Hank said that he swiped the undergarment and took his off then toss the wet cloth onto Kal's face with a wet slap.  "Thanks for the help Kal."  Said Hank with a laugh.  "And then you wonder why I didn't." Said the elf peeling the dripping cloth off of his face and then flicked them to the floor.

	Hank turn to Westton to speak, But seen the wolf had already passed out.  "Well guys, I think we should do the same." Said Hank.  "Right after this cig, OK?" Said Lance as he lit up.  "Sounds great to me." Said Ben as he took off his clothes and crawled into a bunk, He then closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.