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Opening the left cabinet, Christopher swiped the bottle of olive oil and poured just enough into the pan to cover the bottom of it. Next he rummaged the cupboards for seasoning salt and garlic powder. Once those were discovered, Chris sprinkled some into the pan flopped a few strips of raw deer meat into it.

After about 5-7 minutes of cooking on one side, Christopher flipped the savory strips over. The smell was filling his nose and making him drool without realizing it until he felt a couple glops land on his hand. He looked truly embarassed and grab a sheet of paper towel to wipe it all away.

Before his meal was finished, Christopher prepared a plate with a few sheets of paper towel on top to soak up any of the oil/grease that would leak off the strips. He then removed the venison from the pan and turned off the stove. Looking proud of himself, Chris walked back over to Minna and set his plate down to help her pick up her portfolio.

One picture caught Christopher's eye instantly, causing him to pick it up and stare with a wide grin on his face. The photo was of Minna draped in a robe made of blue velvet. If there was one vice Chris had, it was a weakness for blue velvet fabric. He held the picture up in front of her and smirked. "This is classy. Makes me want to..."

Trailing off, Christopher grabbed Minna's hands pulled her off the bed gently. He lined them both into a slow dance position and began to sing in a low, sweet key of voice:

She woooore bluuuuuuue vel-vet
Bluer than vel-veeet was the niiiiiiight
Softer than sat-in was the liiiiight
...From the stars.

She woooore bluuuuuuue vel-vet
Bluer than vel-veeet were her eyyyyyes
Warmer than May, her tender sighs
Love was ouuuuuuuuuurs!

As he continued to serenade her with the classic Bobby Vinton song, Chris pulled Minna closer to him and rubbed her back with his pawwed palm while his arm was wrapped around her. He grinned again, passion and sincereness within it.

When Minna made that humming sound, his ears drooped like they were melting as it was very much akin to listening to a lullaby. His grasp around her loosened a little and he leaned his head on her shoulder, letting out an approving whimpering noise.

Unexpectedly, Christopher dipped her and froze into that position for a moment of time. He reached a hand to Minna's cheek and caressed it just before he leaned in and locked his lips with her. Once he broke away from it, he joked, "We might as well enjoy that now considering it'll be a little difficult when our muzzles fully develop."

He brought Minna back to her feet and finally replied to her question, "Why don't you pick the movie tonight? I'm up for just about anything."

Christopher cringed when she mentioned the movie Silver Bullet. He loathed movies where wolves or werewolves were portrayed as bloodthristy savage beasts hell bent on destruction and chaos. But it was either that or Titanic. Even though he wasn't too big on the film or Leonardo DiCaprio, he did love the film's amusing first half.

"Titanic," Christopher answered, immediately handing it over to Minna.

After she popped the movie in and sat back down, Chris cuddled close to her as he grabbed a strip of his dinner and chewed on it like a piece of jerky.

Christopher jumped a little at the n**, caught offguard, but realized when he realized it was only Minna. He smiled and reached one of his hands back to stroke her tail. He was curious to see what it felt like. Going back and forth, Chris caressed Minna's tail softly. Then he wrapped his pawwed palms around the base of her tail and used his hand to massage it. Christopher hoped she would enjoy it.

Getting a thorough amount of satisifcation out of Minna's actions, he moved into her hand movements to increase the effect. After a while, he began to lick her neck to show his gratitude to his newfound love.

"Well, I'm not a fan..." Christopher explained, "But it's not a bad movie by any stretch of the word."

At that point, he turned to her and asked her, "...Do you like that you're here with me on the island? ...Are you ok with... who I am?"

"Well stick with me kid," Christopher said with some amusement in his voice. "I'll be here for you when you're scared. I just don't want to be the one who scares you is all..."

Leaning in for another kiss, Christopher pressed himself close to Minna's body and ran his hands up her back. He looked her deep in the eyes as he kissed her. Chris's stare seemed to tell Mina's everything would be fine, that she was safe and in good hands... that someone here already loved her very much, the little time they had spent together as is. It was mesmerizing and nearly hypnotizing.

Christopher suckled on her lips a little during their embrace of the lips, tasting the flavor of the poptart she had eaten. "Mmmm... cherry."

Christopher sighed at Minna's comment. "You know... If there's anything that bugs me is how people look at wolves."

Pulling away a little, but still holding Minna's hand, he told her, "I know that's not how you meant it to come out but... that's the way I don't want to be thought of. I don't want to be seen as the bloodthristy killing machine. That's not who wolves are. That's not who I am."

He looked up to Minna with widened puppy dog eyes that told her not to think of him that way. It was as if his eyes asked her to promise him never to consider him that savage beast, ever.

Christopher's sorrowful puppy dog stare remolded into one of happiness. When Minna wrapped her arms around his neck, Chris licked and kissed her hands. It was interesting to feel the texture of her forming fur against his tongue, kind of like licking a rug. But he felt it only fair to continue showing his affections the best he was able to for the moment.

Christopher added to her comment about the wildlife researchers' reactions to seeing such a pair together. "Call one and we'll find out what the wildlife researchers have to say... Wonder what the kids would look like."

He couldn't help but snicker after he said that.

Christopher asked her curiously, "Do you want to have kids one day?"

That was one desire Chris had all his life. He wanted to be a father. He knew he would be a good one. He had always been a caring and protective soul. Remembering his days of babysitting for his aunts and uncles came back to him. Christopher had been their favorite sitter as he was able to balance the job and the fun very well.

Almost forgetting his dinner, Christopher grabbed another strip of the meal and took a few bites from it.