A Tale of Two Tails

Story by Lykanos on SoFurry

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FA: LoneLycaon came to visit me here in the US, so, at the end of his visit, he asked me to write a short snippet in his art book. How could I refuse such a request? That was back at the beginning of April, so it's about time I share it with the rest of you. It may have been short and silly, but it's the thought that counts, right?

Lykanos is myself and Prowler is him, so do not use these characters without the owner's permission.


A Tale of Two Tails

By Lykanos Wulfheart

The African wild dog sighed with boredom. Longing for adventure, he decided to travel the world and check out the US. Upon arriving, he suddenly realized, "Oh no, I don't know what there is for a wild dog like me to do here."

A familiar, yet creepy voice rose from behind the spotted canine. "I do. Why don't you let this wiley wolf show you a thing or two." With a start, Prowler spun around. "L-L-Lykanos! How long have you been standing there!?"

"Long enough," the timber-colored werewolf said while flashing a sinister smile. "So, ready to prowl?"

With a flick of his large ears and a wide smile shooting across his muzzle, Prowler exclaimed, "Let's roll!" So started the adventure of the wandering wolf and his canine cohort.

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