In the quiet solitude of his room, our lonely wolf finds solace in his own company. With a hungry grip, he wraps his fingers around his throbbing cock, stroking it to life. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, the friction building a fire in his loins. The room fills with the sound of his wet, slapping hand and his ragged moans. His body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his hot, sticky load all over his heaving chest, a testament to his solo pleasure.