Ares laughed, “Go down the ramp head down three buildings toward the tower and the first floor is our communal wash room.” Ares looked William up and down. “You might want to at least put some pants on.”
William was beginning to hunch over with the need to relieve himself. “I would love to. Where are my pants?”
“Where do you people usually put your clothes?” William stared at him. “In the dresser.”
William turned around and ripped open the dresser drawer and his deer skin pants were neatly folded inside. He pulled them out with one hand, and he couldn’t help but notice how soft they were. They smelled fresh and felt soft and warm. It had been a long time since he had been able to wash his clothes and he was grateful that someone had taken the time to clean them for him. He pulled his pants on and rushed past Ares through the open door.
Ares reached out and grabbed him. William jerked to a sudden stop, and he turned around. He was shocked at having been stopped and he stared hard at Ares waiting for an explanation. “While you’re in my charge I am responsible for you. I will take you to the bathroom.” Ares turned toward the door and motioned for William to follow him.
William stared with indignation at the retreating werewolf. William walked through the entryway and was met by a gorgeous view of the werewolf city. His bedroom was on the fifth floor of one of the many stacks of buildings. Right in front of the landing to his room there was a ramp that sloped down to the fourth and third floors. The ramp continued all the way down to the street level. He could see the tops of some of the buildings. The city stretched out as far as he could see till it all blurred together. There was no end of the city in sight. From this vantage point he could see the tower that jutted out from the street like some huge phallus. It kind of resembled the Washington monument. William had never seen the monument in person but from the pictures he had seen of it the tower was just a shorter, black version of it.
William looked to his left and saw a beautiful green field that was acres across. The green field was filled with trees and other vegetation. There were trees that reached up and touched the ceiling of the underground cavern itself. There were small versions of redwoods and cedars. From where he stood, outside his fifth-floor bedroom, he could smell the clean scents of the forest. The smells brought to mind his valley and nature. He could see some young wolves playing with each other on a green open meadow portion of the forest. They tackled each other, then bolted for the dense surroundings of rocks and trees. They disappeared from his sight. Even here underneath a dormant volcano the werewolves had found a way to live in balance with nature and technology.
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Ares was already well on his way down the ramp and had reached the third-floor landing. The view had made William forget about why he was out here. The pressure in his bowels made itself known again and he trotted after his werewolf guide. William caught up with Ares as they made their way down to the street. Once there he studied the buildings that surrounded him. This was not the street that he had taken to reach the tower on that first day. There seemed to be a lot more activity going on. He looked at the various dojos and saw people and wolves and werewolves fighting each other and doing training exercises. It looked intense. As he walked by, he saw a beautiful white wolf fighting a smaller red wolf. The red wolf twisted around and got the white wolf’s neck locked in between its jaws. The white wolf whined and heaved herself up and jerked the red wolf off her neck.
He would have liked to watch the fight, but Ares was walking too fast and soon the dojo was lost to his view. They arrived at the communal bath house. Ares stepped inside and motioned for William to come in.
“This is our bath house. This is where you will clean yourself and when necessary, go to the bathroom.”
William rushed past him to find a urinal but could only find toilets. He turned around to ask about it but as he did so a woman he had never seen before walked in behind Ares. She stood about five and half feet tall with short light brown hair. She was very well developed. Her eyes were blue and she nodded to Ares. She went to a toilet and pulling her pants down, sat down on the white porcelain.
William was forced to notice that there were no dividers separating the toilets and his wide-eyed shock drew a wry smile from the woman and outright laughter from Ares. William would have loved to be indignant and demand to know if what he was seeing was really happening but the pressure on his lower body and the need to pee was so great that he ripped off his pants and sat down hard on the cold white surface of a nearby toilet. As he did so, Ares started talking to him.
“I know this must seem very strange to you. But wolves don’t have any overblown sense of modesty. There is a reason why your kind refer to it as, ‘when nature calls’. Because of this, the most important thing you have to learn is that men and women are held in the same regard as each other here. I will not have you embarrass me by gawking at every woman you see who walks around our city topless or is naked in the showers. Admire your female’s bodies, but you will do it discreetly and you will also learn that there is no place in nature for false modesty.”
William listened to what Ares had to say, but he couldn’t help but glance over at the woman as she finished cleaning herself, get up from the toilet, pull her pants up and wash her hands. He tried to bend over, without looking like he was bending over at all. The woman finished cleaning her hands at the large bank of sinks on the opposite wall. She turned around to dry her hands. There were several soft brown cloth towels hanging up on the wall and she used one of them to dry her hands. As she turned to leave the bath house she winked at William and gave Ares a playful shove as she brushed past him to disappear in the street.