Blackfeather Woods and late in a star's life -- it begins to explode

His confinement ended just as he was about to break. Euron sprung away several leaps then spun around to face the black wolf and pranced in place, flicking his paws like a hydrophobic cat that had stepped in a puddle water. His freedom came with an overwhelming but pleasurable sense of relief. He felt hot. He felt like he might float away and quickly sat as if to anchor himself. His paws had stilled but he still trembled and breathed hard. Had he known what it meant, Euron might have said he felt high. But for the boy, the queer assortment of feelings were indescribable.

He only knew that he liked them.

He watched raptly as the dark male lied down in the snow. Had Iliksis pushed Euron to the point where he freaked out the outcome might have been different. He might have truly frightened the boy and sent him careening off the path he was on to where he may no longer have found fear to be so arousing and invigorating. Instead, Iliksis had only stoked that flame. He had taken Euron to the pinnacle of fear and then released him. It was a euphoric and orgasmic experience but it would be some time before the boy could make the connection between sexual climax and this.

Calming down, the boy let out a long exhale and stretched himself in the same way that the black wolf did, miming him. Euron's tail beat and swept the snow and he smiled playfully, his eyes glinting with the same frisky expression. He had returned to his usual self and naively no longer regarded the wolf as strange or suspicious, and certainly not dangerous.

"Thank you," he said.