Thread: Leader of the Pack (Rpfiend_123 x InitiateInspiration)

Assimilating to modern culture had never been easy for the anthros living amongst the humans. More often than not, their more primal proclivities were at odds with the sensible traditions of 'civilized' humankind, but they made it work. Mika had made sure his pack made it work just like his father, and his father's father - they realized that compromising where they could was a great way to ensure their survival. If they'd been too openly violent or wild, they were just as likely to end up in zoos or dead at the hands of humanity's modern military. For now, they lived among them relatively peacefully. They held jobs and paid taxes, their kids went to the same schools and they lived in mostly the same neighborhoods. There was still some caution on the part of most humans, but there were the select few that welcomed them with open arms. Between these communities, life long friendships formed. Such was the case of the Parker family he'd met Mr. Parker at work, and Mika's wife if you could call her a wife - she was more of a life-long and first 'mate,' but had been travelling for a couple years now and hadn't been around became fast friends with Mrs. Parker. In fact, their daughter Grace and his son, Kyle, had grown up together. In fact, they were now dating. This particular afternoon, Mika laid on the couch, watching some early-afternoon talk show and dozing off as he stretched out his 6' 4 frame easily spilling over both ends of the couch. At close to 250 pounds of feral fur and muscle, he was quite an imposing figure. Thick black fur covered every inch of his canine form, and even though he was pushing 50, he hadn't lost an ounce of his virility or senses in fact, they'd grown sharper with age. One thing he almost hated - everywhere he went, humans gave off certain scents, and it was hard to shut it out. Their men smelled, he thought, and their women.. well, the younger ones gave off pheromones that were hard to ignore - and when they caught his nostrils, caused a biological reaction that was even harder to suppress. He'd done a pretty good job of controlling himself, though. He told himself it was integral to the pack's stability to keep his paws off of human women. He was about to fall asleep, dozing off in the late day sunlight, when a familiar smell hit his snout. He snorted and his eyes shot open. Grace was nearby. He'd know her scent everywhere, but her annoyingly strong pheromones were beginning to grow more and more apparent as she was well into puberty. He grunted and stood up, stretching, the light blue tshirt threatening to rip on his wide shoulders. He scratched his thigh, covered by grey sweatpants that were intended to mask his sometimes unmanageable phallic girth one of the downsides of having to wear clothes. He approached the door just in time and opened it before she could even knock. Grace! He said with a friendly grin. I smelled you from a mile away. Come on in. the teasing banter was normal between him and her - and he found himself enjoying her easy-going company whenever she stopped by. He let her in and shut the door behind her. Kyle's at practice right now. He paused. Didn't he tell you? He raised an eyebrow, unsure of the reason for her visit since the two of them shared everything and she'd obviously know where he was.