"Why are you so jittery?" Luna, the elder female cousin, asked as she looked at her younger bridesmaid, Stella. Stella's tail swished back and forth, brushing the leaves of the surrounding foliage as they sat in the open-air den, the sun's warmth caressing their bare skin.

"I-I'm just excited," Stella replied, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. Her small, pointed ears twitched nervously as she glanced around at the other wolves, all of them busily preparing for the wedding celebration. The scent of roasting meats and fresh berries filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of the wildflowers that adorned the area. The young wolf's eyes wandered to the pussy, a sign of her impending maturity, and she couldn't help but feel both self-conscious and a little thrilled at the attention it would bring her today.

Luna chuckled, her own, more developed breasts swaying gently with the motion. "You're going to do fine," she assured her, placing a comforting hand on Stella's shoulder. "Just remember, today is about celebrating love and unity. Don't worry about what everyone else is doing or thinking. Just enjoy yourself and let the ceremony wash over you."

Stella took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She watched as the other females of the pack went about their preparations, their bare bodies moving with the grace and ease that came from a lifetime of embracing their natural state. The men, too, were busy setting up the feasting area, their sheaths and balls bobbing as they worked. It was a sight she had seen countless times before, but today it all felt different. She was no longer a pup, but a young she-wolf on the cusp of womanhood, and the thought was both exhilarating and terrifying.

The sound of laughter and the occasional bark of excitement filled the air as the wedding party bustled around them. Stella couldn't help but feel a little left out, her thoughts consumed by the changes happening within her. She had overheard whispers of what it meant to be a "wolf with the pussy," and the responsibilities that came with it. Her curiosity was piqued, but she didn't dare ask questions for fear of embarrassment.

Her gaze fell upon her cousin's soon-to-be husband, Alpha Castor. He was a handsome wolf, his fur a rich shade of brown that gleamed in the sunlight. His muscles rippled as he moved, and Stella felt a strange stirring in her belly at the sight of his naked form. He caught her looking and winked, causing her to quickly look away and hide her blush behind a lock of her fur.

The elder females of the pack began to gather the bridesmaids, their instructions barked out in a friendly but firm tone. Stella jumped to her feet, eager to be of help. Her small, perky breasts bounced slightly with the motion, and she felt a sense of pride at their newfound presence. She followed the group as they set to work, arranging flowers and placing decorations around the clearing where the ceremony would be held.

The groom's party had already finished setting up the feast area, and the smell of roasting venison made Stella's mouth water. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she had been too nervous to eat much that morning. Luna, noticing her cousin's distraction, playfully nudged her with her shoulder. "You'll have plenty of time to eat later," she teased, "but first, we have a job to do."

Stella nodded, focusing her attention back on the task at hand. The other bridesmaids, all slightly older than her, were chattering among themselves as they worked. Their conversations were peppered with giggles and knowing looks that Stella didn't quite understand yet. She felt both eager to be included and relieved to be on the outskirts of their banter, her own thoughts racing with questions about the future.

As the sun reached its zenith, the pack began to gather in the clearing. The bride, a radiant she-wolf named Selena, emerged from her private den, her fur brushed to a gleaming sheen. She was resplendent in a necklace of fresh flowers, her pink, engorged nipples standing proud amidst the foliage. The sight of her took Stella's breath away, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. Selena looked so confident, so sure of herself and her place in the pack.

The bridesmaids formed a line beside Selena, their own bodies adorned with floral wreaths that highlighted their youthful beauty. Stella's eyes met Selena's, and she offered a shy smile. Selena's gaze was warm and understanding, and for a brief moment, Stella felt less like an awkward pup and more like a part of the pack's future.

The ceremony began with the Alpha, Castor's father, standing before the pack to announce the union. His deep, resonant voice carried over the clearing, and the pack grew quiet, their tails wagging in anticipation. The air was charged with excitement and love as Selena and Castor took their places before the makeshift altar of intertwined branches and leaves.

Stella's heart pounded in her chest as she took her place behind Selena. She couldn't help but steal glances at Castor, his eyes locked onto Selena with an intensity that made Stella's stomach flutter. The she-wolf beside her leaned in and whispered, "It's your turn soon, little one," and Stella felt a mix of fear and excitement at the prospect.

The ceremony was a blur of words and gestures that had been part of their pack's tradition for generations. The Alpha spoke of love, loyalty, and the strength of their union. The words washed over Stella, but she couldn't shake the feeling that today was as much about her own impending adulthood as it was about Selena and Castor's wedding.

As the Alpha called for the exchange of vows, Selena turned to face her groom, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Castor took Selena's paws in his, his gaze never leaving hers. He recited his vows with a confidence that made Stella's heart flutter in a way she didn't fully comprehend. Selena's response was just as earnest, and as they completed the ancient rites, the pack erupted in howls of joy, echoing through the forest.

The moment of union approached, where Castor would claim Selena as his mate. Stella felt the tension in the air thicken as the Alpha nodded to the couple. Castor's eyes grew dark with desire as Selena bent slightly, offering herself to him. With a grace that belied his size, Castor mounted Selena, their bodies joining in the sacred bond that would tie them together for life.

Stella watched, her own body responding to the raw, primal scene unfolding before her. She felt the heat between her legs and a wetness she had only just started to understand. The other bridesmaids' eyes were also glued to the pair, their expressions a mix of envy and anticipation. Luna gave Stella's shoulder a gentle squeeze, whispering, "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Stella nodded, not trusting her voice to speak.

The mating was quick but filled with passion, a symbolic act that sealed their bond. As Castor withdrew, Selena's legs trembled, and a soft whine escaped her lips. The pack's howls grew louder, a testament to their approval and the new couple's status. Stella felt a warmth spread through her, not just from the sun's rays but from the love that surrounded them.

The festivities began in earnest as the bridesmaids led Selena and Castor to the feasting area. Stella couldn't help but feel a bit lost in the sea of bodies, each wolf eager to congratulate the new couple. She took a step back, watching as Selena's mother, the Alpha female, offered the first piece of venison to her daughter, a gesture of acceptance into the pack's adult circle.

Selena took a bite of the succulent meat, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink. Castor grinned, his teeth still stained with the scent of Selena's arousal, and offered Stella a piece of the roast. She accepted it with trembling paws, feeling the weight of the moment. This was the first time she had ever been offered food by an alpha male, and she knew it was a sign of his acceptance of her growing maturity.

As the wedding party and pack members feasted, the music grew louder, the rhythmic beating of drums and the melodious howls of the wolves' voices rising into the air. Stella found herself swept up in the excitement, her nerves giving way to a newfound sense of belonging. She danced with the other bridesmaids, their bodies moving in sync to the primal rhythms, their tails swaying and brushing against each other's hips.

Her eyes kept drifting back to Castor, who had now discarded his sheath in the heat of the moment. His proud member bobbed with each step he took, and she felt a strange fascination with it, wondering what it would feel like when the time came for her to be with a male. The other females watched him too, their gazes lingering just a little too long, a silent testament to his status and desirability.

The dancing grew wilder, and the smell of lust began to mingle with the scents of food and celebration. Wolves paired off, their bodies moving in a dance as old as the pack itself. Stella felt a gentle nudge and looked up to see a young male wolf named Leo smiling at her. He was one of the pack's most skilled hunters and had always made her heart race when they played together as pups.

"Care to dance?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Stella's heart skipped a beat, and she nodded, allowing him to lead her into the throng of bodies. Their dance was playful at first, their tails wrapping around each other's hips as they moved in time with the music. But as the rhythm grew more insistent, so too did the heat between them.

Leo leaned in closer, his breath hot against Stella's ear as he whispered, "You're growing into a fine young wolf." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel her own arousal building. Despite the fact that she was only thirteen and the legal marriage age was still years away, the natural instincts of their kind were already stirring within her.

Their dance grew more intimate, their bodies pressing together, fur brushing against fur. Stella's breasts, still new and sensitive, felt swollen against Leo's chest, and she couldn't help but arch into the contact. His hands slid around her waist, holding her tight as their hips swayed in a rhythm that mimicked the mating dance of the wolves. She knew they were only dancing, but she couldn't help the thoughts that danced through her mind, imagining what it would be like when she was old enough to truly be with a male.

Leo's eyes searched hers, and she saw in them a hunger that matched her own curiosity. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against her cheek as he whispered, "You're going to make some wolf very happy when you come of age." Stella blushed deeper, the heat from his breath sending a thrill through her body. She knew the rules of their pack, that she had to wait until she was twenty-one to formally choose a mate, but the desire to explore these new feelings was growing stronger every day.

As the festivities began to wind down, the wolves started to disperse, heading back to their dens with full bellies and happy hearts. Stella and Leo, along with the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, were tasked with cleaning up the clearing. They worked side by side, their movements now more subdued after the frenetic energy of the wedding. The warmth of the day had given way to the cool embrace of the evening, and the light of the moon bathed everything in a soft, silvery glow.

The laughter and music faded into the background as they cleared the remnants of the feast. Stella couldn't help but steal glances at Leo, his muscles rippling as he moved with the grace of a creature born to the hunt. The scent of his arousal still lingered on him, and she found herself inhaling deeply, her own body responding in ways she didn't fully understand. He caught her looking and offered a knowing smile that made her cheeks burn.

They talked in hushed tones as they worked, sharing stories of their childhood and their hopes for the future. Their friendship was a comforting constant in the sea of change that was Stella's life. As they stacked the last of the wooden plates and cups, Leo's hand brushed against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her. They both paused, their eyes locking for a brief moment, the air thick with unspoken desire.

"We should go," Stella murmured, breaking the tension. "The elders will want us to help with the final preparations."

Leo nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a heartbeat longer before they turned to walk back to the pack. The air between them felt charged, but they knew the boundaries of their friendship. For now, they were just two adolescent wolves, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company in a world where the bonds of family and pack were paramount.

As they approached the elders, who were busy discussing the final preparations for the wedding night festivities, Stella felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She knew that she was too young for the kind of relationship that her body was craving, but it was difficult to ignore the whispers of desire that had been awakened within her. Luna noticed the flush in Stella's cheeks and gave her a knowing look, her own tail wagging slightly as she nudged her gently.

"You know," she said in a low voice, "it's natural to feel these things. But remember, we have our ways, and they're there for a reason. You'll have plenty of time to explore when you're older."

Stella nodded, understanding the wisdom in Luna's words. Their pack had a strict age of consent for mating and marriage, and she was still years away from that milestone. She took a deep breath, pushing aside the thoughts that swirled through her mind like a tempest.