Cheetah Coat Novels & Stories

Weight: 90 to 155 kilograms Color and appearance: A narrow, black skull with the horn-like bony outgrowths on the back of the head. The black color runs from the head over the chest down to the belly, and then gradually merges into the orange-red, long outer skin. Due to its unusual coloring, it is often referred to as the sunset animal. Strong, short body with long stocky legs. Character: Very social in the pack. Characteristics: wooden claws that are supplied with poison by glands. The poison paralyzes the prey

They wore less clothing during summer, so the heat penetrated their skin, while during fall and winter, they bundled up to the point they were little penguins. A feline shifter depended on the nature of their feline spirit. If a lion, they huddled more with certain people needing to be considered a pride, while tigers were more solitary, and cheetahs were more athletic than their wolf counterparts. Canines showed similar traits, but those that were to change into dingoes were meaner.

Sera The fur was black. Coal-black. Not dark grey that read black in low light, not deep brown that did the same. Black. Not one strand of any other color in the whole coat. You usually see something on a wolf — a streak, a salt at the muzzle, a cinnamon along a flank. There was nothing.

Why is her colour important to him? “She is definitely a wolf of my old pack. The females from my mother’s side all have wolves of that colour. They are special. Most wolves come in one colour, but the females in my line, their wolves are known as Luna wolves. Their coat goes from black to grey, fading to white. She is strong. It explains why she showed you your mom’s memories of that day.” I blink at him as Chaos perks up at his words. She pushes forward, looking at him through my eyes before she wanders back off to where she was laying.

Not only for me, but also for the three babies in my arms. “We're here, Grace.” His voice was soft as he spoke, melodious like a stream of water flowing into an estuary. I descended slowly from his back. The gray wolf before me stirred his fur, then his form transformed into my mate. He hurriedly put on his clothes stored in the triplet bag. He wears a leather coat that hangs proudly on his body. With every second movement of his body, the coat swayed like the unpredictable rhythm of nature. The tight black shirt showed off his powerful muscles. The dark leather pants firmly engaged every movement of his legs.

Proud Regal Stunning The most beautiful wolf I’d ever seen. Thick, lush ebony coat with a white breast, underbelly, and paws, as well as a very sexy, white streak under her tail. My Wolf’s ears perked up. A deep rumble went through his chest. He was more than ready to thoroughly investigate what was under her tail.

As the only female and the princess, whether being seen nude is a normal thing for shifters or not, I appreciate her modesty because I don’t think I could handle the other males eying her up. I wanted her body to be for my eyes only. If she ever allowed me to touch her again. I shift into fur form, one that is recognized. A large Jaguar with deep markings over a mustard yellow coat. Very few have seen the true color of fur form, ad if they have nobody has said anything.

He's quiet for so long as he looks through the papers that I feel like I'm going to explode with anticipation. "Ha! Found it." He flicks a piece of paper, holding it out to me victoriously. I snatch it from him, eyes scanning all over the page. "Zane, what the hell is this?" It's a missing panther report with a picture of what looks like a young Cleo. So young in fact, I wouldn't be able to tell it was her if not for the bright orange eyes and splash of freckles across her face. She looked four, maybe five. Ada Holstein, read the name. Age four, thirty-four inches, brown hair, orange eyes. Last seen near Holstein pack borders immediately following rouge attack.