Before Jakon knew it, he was already back at his mom’s blademaster academy, but the clanks from countless blades hitting each other, hmmm, today those sounds sounded … different, for some reason, yet he couldn’t point his finger on how. Yet. First lesson of the basics was to double check his surroundings. Pay attention to what was around him, so let’s see … The floor of his training room was the usual smooth yet gripping dark granite. The walls were mattressed thick with regenerating cushioning fashioned by the best dwarven alchemist and the high ceiling was flat yet glowed full...

The death of that dwarf still unsettled Frostine so much she couldn’t savor her paltry lunch of deliciously salty chicken jerky, and chicken jerky was second to chicken soup to tummy yummy perfection, and yet … no, she mustn’t sip any of the chicken soup from her canteen … for now. As the most powerful snow vixen witch here in this squad, she got to sit on the most comfortable boulder, of course, and it was the very same boulder, amazingly flat and smooth yet cupping her furry butt perfectly, and more than low enough to be cozy, despite below...

Now Jakon had time for one more stop, but it was tucked in a hard-to-reach part of Dirlop Mountain. The trail here itself was more of a rough deer trail than any kind of road. In fact, it was so thin it was the kind of trail only scrawny starved deer could hope to get through. To make matters worse, the trail went between countless boulders that were craggy and towering big. They were all light gray, almost as gray as the sky rumbling above him, and with plenty of false branches that led to nowhere, or worse, to a...

“Yeah!” Two girlie voices? From the box in his hand?! Jakon. His face. It was smothered in furry breast beyond his wildest dreams, and and and … no! His boots were solid. On the ground. His strawberries and cream breakfast lingered in the back of his throat, and no, his parents would never approve of this … smutty fox girl’s behavior toward him, but with so many echoes in this cavern, no doubt word of this would reach his dad in no time, since there were other shops open and doing business and so many hurrumpfs echoing out around from...

That’s Azura’s cue … Show time! Azura let her card puff into the whitest of snow-white puffs of smoke. A full six feet high and couple paces wide, of course, so there would be plenty of room for her foxy tail as she swirled so sexy dainty cute, like the cute little fox girl she was—even if now she was all grown up, an eighteen-year-old beauty since last week! Even if this twirl was her still basically chasing her own fox tail while spinning ‘round and ‘round on her two hindquarter paws. She twirled her fresh scent of clean crisp...