From The Wolf's Mouth (Part 3)
#3 of From The Wolf's Mouth
So another chapter up, sorry it's so short, been a tough few weeks. Hopefully the next upload will be longer and quicker. :)
Heston walked inside his apartment and closed the door behind him, the sound bouncing into the silent apartment. He slowly stepped through the cold apartment and turned on the heater, going to the TV using the remote to switch it on. The buzzing sound filled the room just before the TV shot into life, a talk show channel forming instantly on the screen.
Heston sat down and relaxed into the couch, his paw going to the remote and changed to a comedy channel. After a few minutes Heston's eyes wandered over to the mirror that stood at the other end of the room, a small piece of paper sticking out of the side. He got up and walked over to the mirror, picking out the piece out from the wooden frame.
The piece of paper showed a tall, naked dhole stood in a lush, green forest, the sunlight shining down onto his orange and brown fur. A small signature seemed to glow blue against the green of the forest floor, showing the name of the artist.
Heston's eyes turned to the mirror and met a pair of bright, flame-like, orange eyes. Orange fur covered the face he saw within the mirror, two large canine ears perked on top of his head, a large tuft of fur wrapped itself around the neck of the canine. Heston's paws went down to the sides of his chest, the canine's paws followed his as he moved his paws over his lithe body. The canine's paws ran down his naked body where Heston's moved over his shirt, the pads running through the long fur. Heston stopped on his paws and moved it to the mirror, meeting the dhole's at the other side of the mirror.
A knock at the door took Heston's attention from the mirror, his eyes looking over to the door. He looked back at the mirror, only meeting his own, sea blue eyes. Heston walked over to the door and opened it, looking eye to eye with an elderly lady.
"Good evening, dear." The mature lady said.
"Good evening, Mrs Jones." Heston replied.
"I came to see if I could borrow some milk, it seems I forgot to get some while I was out."
"Oh, of course." Heston said, gesturing her to come in.
They both walked into the kitchen and Heston brought out the tub of milk from the fridge.
"How much do you need?" Heston asked.
"Just a hundred grams will be fine," Mrs Jones replied.
"A hundred grams? Are you baking something?"
"Yes, Victoria sponge. Perhaps you can come over, if you're not too busy."
"I have nothing planned, I'd love to come over." Heston said, measuring out the amount into a small container.
"That's great," Mrs Jones replied happily.
Heston gave her the milk, "here you go."
"Thank you, dear."
"No problem."
"So, I'll see you around 5?" She asked as they walked out the kitchen.
"That sounds nice," Heston asked.
Mrs Jones left walked slowly to her apartment with a smile, the wooden door closing behind her as she walked down the corridor. Heston slowly went back to the TV, sitting down comfortably in the chair. His ears drooped over the back of the chair as he watched the screen in front of him.