Sure, you’re Olar, my lover.
From Create Your Own Story
“Huh, Lover you say?” Olar grins widely, showing a row of razor sharp teeth.
“I didn’t know we were Lovers, but I can pretty damn well deal with that! Heightens my chances of getting laid with you tonight, doesn’t it?”
He steps toward you, lays his hands around your ass an gives you an affectionate lick over your muzzle.
“At least I hope so. This is gonna be your last night at our village, and I’d really love to spend it with you, if you’d let me.”
Yeah, you two never made it clear that you were a couple, but hey, you’re wolfir. No one does. You just hang around the people you like, and the people you really like you follow in their tents or dens. Olar sighs tragically.
“I was sent to get you back to the village. Although the traders are already there, the elders want to wait with the feast till you are back. Let’s walk home.” His sad voice and the grip around your butt makes it clear he’d rather stay with you, but it seems as duty would call.
You tell him, that...
