Saber, a wolf prince
From Create Your Own Story
You wake up one beautiful Sunday morning. The birds chirping outside your window brings a smile to your face. It's your birthday, you're eighteen today and for some reason, you feel an itch. But you don't know where it's located. It's like it's everywhere, yet no where. You've never felt anything like it.
Something then catches your nose. It's your mother, Queen of the Eastern Islands, sitting next to you. She's always been beautiful, one of the most striking wolves in the entire kingdom. Her face is perfect, her breasts are perfect, her figure is perfect, she's simply perfect. You hate to admit it, but you've sometimes had fantasies about the two of you.
You sit up in bed, not the slightest bit ashamed or embarrassed about your nudity, even in front of your mother. After a long yawn, showing off your very impressive set of teeth, you smile and say, "Good morning, Mother."
She smiles back and replies, "Good morning, Saber. Happy birthday."
"Thank you."
She then takes your paw-like hand and holds it tightly, the sensation nearly driving you mad, as the itch intensifies to unbelievable levels. Mother realizes this and explains, "Saber. I know what you're going through right now. It's your eighteenth birthday, the day you come of age. However, with this comes the instinct, the desire, and need to mate. You must leave home, and seek out the one whom you shall spend your life with."
"A mate? Who?" you ask.
Mother shakes her head. "I don't know. No one does. But, your nose will tell you who is right for you. Trust it, and you will be blessed with the perfect life mate."
