Let it never be said that Ken never a ladies man . . . . he just didn't know it himself.

One day, while visiting Catherine Applebottom, the seemingly ageless mother of his girl Elaine; Ken is shocked by the appearance of another female presence.

Let it never been said that Lunara didn't know how to attract the opposite sex . . . . in fact, they'd end up in the hospital if they attempted intimacy.

One day, Lunara decided to pay her good friend, the curvaceously ageless Catherine Applebottom, a little visit. Unbeknownst to her, the doe had invited her daughter's new boyfriend over.

Now Ken didn't know much about the friends the Applebottoms had, but they sure as hell knew about him. One day, Lunara met up with all her gal pals . . . . when to the mama wolf's utter shock, Catherine casually brought up the fact her eldest daughter had fallen in love! This was all too hard for Lunara to comprehend; she knew all too well about the doe and most of her daughters, but to hear a single man had tamed one . . . it all seemed unreal.

Upon meeting him, her shock grew from how handsome the Australian canine was with his snow-colored fur with tattoos on his upper torso, dirty blonde hair, and especially his crimson-colored eyes. As time went by, Lunara got to know Ken better. She was certainly surprised they had some things in common: they were both parents (though Lunara's were in their mid-twenties), both were widowed, and both were desired by all who saw them.

The main difference besides their ages . . . . was that Ken and his children suffered cases of amnesia; they couldn't remember the last seven years or thirty in Ken's case of their lives. As time went by, the mother wolf began to grow a crush on the dingo. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something about him just seemed Alpha material; something any female would flock to.

With encouragement from the Applebottoms, Lunara invited Ken on a date to themselves . . . . . to which he accepted, albeit after a few long seconds. It was safe to say, both canines were blushing up a storm at this point.

Finding someone to watch his son and daughter, Ken dressed in one of the best suits his best friend Will, then met up at a good restaurant with Lunara . . . . who wore a lovely black dress . . . . it was hard to tell who was more nervous . . . Ken for seeing the Fenrus matriarch in all her lovely glory . . . or Lunara for the way he stared at her.

The night went rather well; the two enjoyed themselves with glasses of wine before their meal. Ken, on par with most males, was attracted to a woman's personality rather than her looks alone; something that Lunara admired.

. . . Little did she know . . . he shared yet another trait similar to her own . . . one, should the lust within her crush for her date take over . . . . would show itself soon enough.

Ken belongs to me.
Lunara Fenrus belongs to  soulblader
Art was done by  lonbluewolf