Wednesday, January 4, 2023



From Wolf Peak Territory


2023 New Year Howls, Yowls, Growls and 'No Scowls' ShapeShifter Lovers!  

This year's gallant opportunity: It's time to RIDE THE WILD MUSTANG OF FREEDOM.

 Or ride this Arabian horse beauty...with a fierce spirit he races the winds...always winning freedom.

 How about riding this gorgeous shapeshifter horse? She moved to Wolf Peak Territory to run, to gallop in freedom-- to join the fight for freedom.

 The Kitty New Year freedom festivities...

Sheriff Puma, as he is affectionately known, is on mountain patrol as his shifter self. He will not be denied freedom.,h_770,q_75,strp/felidae__the_puma__puma_concolor__by_blackmystica-d7wnuyh.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJpc3MiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwic3ViIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl0sIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi9hOWM5ZmViMS1lMTEwLTRhMTktYjZlZi0wMGQxMDYzM2ZlNTAvZDd3bnV5aC0yZTcxYmQzNi0wYTk0LTRlYmEtOWE3MC1lMTgzYmExYzJkMDQuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQiLCJoZWlnaHQiOiI8PTc3MCJ9XV19.-jFDktLO0GOXdfwZyqHG33lPXiD2TScV-5ZpypcwgJ4

 A young Healer in the Peak...her quiet celebration of a star-snowy New Year with animal friends.

A look back at Christmas: 

The Santas of Wolf Peak

On his way home after delivering packages to the Peak children in the town of Moonrise Lake.

 Cowboy Santa's wild ride at sunset. His horse's name is freedom.

 At Last Bite Bay, a tavern in remote Wolf Peak Territory, Pirate Santa entertains the customers.

One of several Viking Santas who live in the Peak makes his deliveries-- no one dares stop him.

 for my fun...a post from:

Thursday, December 24, 2015 miracle Santa stud...

Christmas Eve Scene In Wolf Peak Territory 


Here's a sexy takeoff on the traditional NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS poem, which I wrote several years ago. It's become popular at the Interspecies Pleasure Club, where fantasy and reality passionately meet. 


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my home
Only I was stirring, to pen my romance tome.
My best black silk stockings were hung, ready to wear,
In hopes, my miracle Santa stud would soon be here.

The pets are nestled all snug in their places,
With visions of holiday treats making them run dream races.
Their mamma has just slipped into her red lace teddy,
And is settling her brains to continue writing her fantasy.

When out on the lawn I hear such a loud clatter,
I spring up from my desk to see what is the matter.
Away to the window I trot in my boa-trimmed slippers
To take a peek through the curtains. Oh no, is that drunk Mrs. Kippers?

The full moon shines on icy slush, instead of new-fallen snow
Giving a natural spotlight to celebrating Mrs. Kippers below.
Yet, what to my wondering gaze does appear?
But an old-fashioned sleigh, and eight majestic reindeer.

With a Viking driver, so handsomely tall and magnificent,
I knew in a moment I must be dreaming this whole event.
More rapid than jets, his stags flew the midnight sky untamed,
His long mane blew wild as he shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! soar on Donner and Blitzen!
Fly to the top of each roof! Above the city walls!
Now race higher and faster! And sail over all!"

As autumn leaves that before the approaching blizzard fly,
When they meet with a whirlwind and spiral to the sky.
So up to my rooftop, the brown and white stags they flew,
With a sleigh full of glittering gifts, and Viking Santa too.

And then, after a blinking of my eyes, I heard on the roof
The precise landing, then the pawing of each jingle-belled hoof.
As I drew in my dreaming head, and spun around,
Down my fake chimney the Viking arrived, with an impressive bound.

He was splendidly dressed in red and faux fur, down to his boots,
And his garments remained perfect, despite all the ashes and soot.
A bundle of shiny presents he had flung behind his back,
And he looked like a romantic hero as he dashingly opened his pack.

His darkening eyes, how they naughtily twinkled! And at his dimples I gawk!
His features are sternly carved, reminding me of a beautiful proud hawk!
His full sexy mouth slowly turns upwards, a knowing grin,
As I continue to stare like a vixen at his strong virile chin.

With a saunter he approaches, making me weak in the knees.
His searing gaze travels the length of my body. And I freeze.
Without a word his powerful arm captures my pliant waist.
Crushing the lace against my skin, he has me tightly embraced.

Oh, how stalwart he feels, his muscles like hot heated ropes
And I sigh, then softly pant as I give free reign to my hopes.
His half-lidded gaze takes in my face, then settles on my parted lips
While his palms slide in a caress and boldly seize my hips.

“Oh, Santa,” I softly exhale, before his mouth claims mine in a torrid kiss.
“Wear those black silk stockings,” he rasps. “I promise bliss
When I return from leaving presents beneath every sparkling tree.” 
After plundering my eager mouth with another kiss, he spins from me. 

I hear him spring to his sleigh, to his stags give a fierce long shout,
Then, from my window I watch them depart like a meteor flaming out. 
Still, I hear him exclaim, as he disappears from my sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to my gorgeous woman, leave on the light!"


 The younger breed of Santa...he's a mountain lion shapeshifter.

 Sorcerer Santa creating the magickal wonders of the Christmas Season.

 Sexy Santa waiting for his beloved mate...he has lots of gifts for her.

 His mate on her way home after safeguarding a children's Christmas Eve gathering in the Peak town of Sunrise Prairie.

Wizard enemy will spoil Christmas. Not on his all-seeing Watch.

One of the Silver Wolf Pack men performing at their exclusive dinner nightclub for the ladies, located inside the Peak's subterranean Interspecies Pleasure Club.,h_1277,q_75,strp/merry_x_mas___by_aenaluck-d8bfqky.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJpc3MiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwic3ViIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl0sIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8wZjNiN2Y3Ni1jNjgzLTQ1MDktOGUxMC0xN2NhYTM1ZjExNmUvZDhiZnFreS1iZGQ1OTZmNC1hMjY1LTQ0ZTktYWJmYi05ZmE2ZjU4M2JlNmYuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQiLCJoZWlnaHQiOiI8PTEyNzcifV1dfQ.6NvVQuhUoQZXgVfdOJqA-KXauzf6rOOsac3EVopyD6o

 Dashing Elf, a Santa Helper... he dance-partners the ladies at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub. 

Don't mess with this Viking Santa. Bad gremlin-elves always meet their end.

Or this Viking Santa. They are righteous bodyguards for any woman in the Peak who needs them.

 Another Viking Santa arriving with his mega-huge sleigh.

 Odin Santa makes his appearance.

 Another Viking Santa on forest Watch...avoid being carved up like a holiday goose.

 Cowboy Santa to the were lost in a big ole winter storm that hit the Peak town of Green Buffalo.

 Uh oooo...the team got spooked by Santa's reindeer. Rudolph's bright red nose didn't help.

 This Santa is a favorite of the Peak's children. He loves traveling between the Peak's three thriving towns. 

 The joys of Christmas at home...yes, the freedom of being yourself in Wolf Peak Territory.

 New Year fantasy fireworks at the Tartarian community high in the mountains of Wolf Peak.

 Welcoming the New Year with wild-spirit singing howls.

 Dante, the alpha wolf shifter leader of Wolf Peak-- he lovingly and proudly surveys his territory. And thanks the Great Spirit Wolf.

 Dante's niece with her wolf-shifter Mage mate...they are enjoying the spectacular fantastical fireworks.

Together they adore watching the dragon warriors in magestic flight on New Year's Eve.

The enormous fae community comes together in fun celebration of the New Year and their cherished freedom in the Peak.

 LOVE is always the real currency.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar 

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