From the FA post description:

The snow crunched beneath his boots and her paws as they crossed the street. It was fairly early in the morning, the sun still low in the sky. Fresh morning snow was still falling, and the snow plows hadn't made their rounds yet. The two liked to get their walks in early, before it got too busy. It was just easier when the sidewalks weren't too crowded. Strolling casually through the sleepy town was a man in his late 20s, early 30s. Tall, but otherwise fairly unremarkable. In his hand, a pink leash. At the other end of that leash, however, was a sight few had seen, and fewer still could believe.

Nearly as tall as he was, and weighing far more, was a feral wolfess of remarkable stature. Broad, strong shoulders. Wide, thick hips. Huge, powerful paws on the end of mighty limbs, the intent of which was fairly obvious, to hold up her immense frame; a frame that was blessed with mammary endowments most porn stars would blush at. Two enormous, furry breasts up front, each step taken causing them to sway left and right out in front of the enormous lupine. Behind that, three smaller pairs of breasts hanging from her torso, just high enough to avoid brushing bare nipples in the snow as she strolled proudly alongside her owner.

Her face was just as voluptuous, her lips luscious, full, and glossy, even in the cold, dry air. Her eyes, warm and gentle, gazing back at her owner every so often, making him smile and rub her neck and behind her ears, drawing a deep rumble from her core.

They drew attention wherever they went, even during a quiet, snowy morning: they'd get the occasional honk from a passing car that was too impatient to wait for the plows, or the stares of a shopkeep shoveling snow as they walked past. Sometimes, they'd even be stopped by others looking to ask questions. Where'd she come from, why's she look like that, how'd he get her to be so friendly? The details were always a little fuzzy, but the offer to pet her was always made, and often accepted. She was nothing if not welcoming of affection!

Nobody really seemed threatened by her presence, despite her size and stature, more just... Bewildered. Shocked by her appearance, or perhaps amazed by her calm, gentle nature. It was clear her leash was just a formality. There was no point at which it was drawn taut. Her attitude was that of a loving, doting mother. there was no place she'd rather be than here, by her owner's side, where she'd stay for the rest of their walk through the sleepy little town.