Ivan

By the third day there was still no sign of the poachers. I was sick of the swamp, mosquitoes, and my wet dog odor. It rained each afternoon, making the ground soggy and life miserable.

The lure of home called me. My wolf laughed. There was only one comfort he wanted. He wasn't laughing at my blue balls, though. To top off an all-around shitty three days, I finally masturbated and ended up with a mosquito bite on my balls. Fucking bloodsucker didn't even give me a ...