‘But, I’m serious. Don’t you start moping yourself into a state of perpetual depression. I’ve been there, and it’s almost impossible to brea....’ ‘Who said I was?’ Ashley frowned. Jasmine kissed her on her nose. ‘No one, but like I said, I’ve been there. I could see it in your eyes last night. You just gotta get yourself moving. We’ll help you do that, but we can’t decide for you to be happy.’ Ashley nodded. She went downstairs for breakfast, while Jasmine, having already ate, stayed to finish. Gone was the silvery grey fur that his pack was known for. Instead,his lower face, chest, stomach, inner thighs, palms and soles had beenbleached white, while the rest of him was a vibrant orange colour. Jetblack stripes ran across his back, along his arms, legs and tail, andeven a couple on his face.His muzzle, tail, build and crotch were plenty to leave him visibly amale wolf. But with his new assets and fur colour... he looked like amale wolf that really, REALLY wanted to be a female. The oldest could not have seen more than fifteen years. Yet they performed their task as if it were something they had been doing all their lives.New, more urgent sounds joined those of the young men. The nubile girls uttered increasingly desperate nasal gasps, their hips writhing and their thighs trembling. Moisture steamed in their nether regions. Hands strained against cuffs as their aching need mounted.A statuesque older woman strolled behind them. She would occasionally stop by one of the. "Father."He rides up to you and elegantly slides off the elk, then gives you a firm forearm handshake. "It seems you've done good work, my son. Report."You quickly recall the past days. "After we climbed over the wall, we found an abandoned shack to rest for a night, then made our way towards Castle Black. We reached it in the twilight hours and attacked at nightfall. I didn't consider it safe to just run to the gate and try to open it, it would have cost too many lives and we would not have.