Stories From Beside The Fire:

Oh, Clyde. As a silver fox, he had about as much confidence as he did looks, and he wore both like he’d earned them. Lean by nature, but shaped by years of hard mining, he carried a sharp, well-defined build and stood taller than most foxes I have crossed paths with. He was new to this stretch of mountains, drifting wherever he thought the next vein of silver or creek full of gold might be waiting. He traveled light, just a simple tent and the bare necessities to survive out here and chase his next fortune. From what I could tell, though, luck had not exactly been on his side. Maybe not in a long time.

New faces usually bring something refreshing to the shop. Clyde never did. He carried himself like the world owed him, like I, the mountains, and everyone in between were just obstacles in his way. Every visit turned into a negotiation. Every purchase came with a challenge. Still, he paid, and for a while that was enough. Until it wasn’t.

Eventually, the small vein of silver that had kept him nearby dried up, or so he claimed. He asked to take a few supplies on credit, swearing his next strike was right around the corner. I rarely extend credit, especially to prospectors. I know too well how often the mountain comes up empty. But there was something in his eyes, something sharp and deliberate, and I have never been particularly strong-willed around a good-looking fox. I agreed, and watched him leave with a confident stride and a sack full of my goods.

He returned a few more times after that. A pickaxe. Rations. Odds and ends. Each visit came with the same promise. He was close. I would be paid back soon, plus something extra. Whatever that meant. Days turned into weeks, and then silence. So I took it upon myself to hike up to his camp, half expecting to find it abandoned.

The camp was still there when I crested the ridge. A small tent, scattered gear, and the clear signs of a mine cut deep into the mountainside. As I approached, Clyde stepped out of the entrance like he had been waiting for me. That same confident stride, that grin a little wider than usual. Without a word, he held out a chunk of silver. I had to admit it. He had actually struck something worthwhile.

He told me to come back in a couple of days, that he needed time to dig out the rest. He pressed the first piece into my paw and promised the debt would be settled, plus something special for my trouble. I could not tell if it was the heat, the long climb, or the way he looked at me when he said it, but his confidence felt heavier now. Less show, more intent.

When I returned a few days later, the camp felt different. His tools were hung neatly. A small fire burned. Clyde was not in the mine, but stretched out inside his tent, relaxed like a fox who knew the work was done. He called me over and said he had what I was looking for. I suspected his debt was only part of it.

Inside the tent, he handed me a heavy sack of silver, more than enough to cover what he owed. As he passed it to me, his paw lingered. When I looked up, his eyes were locked on mine, that familiar grin still there, but sharper now. Focused. Like a predator sizing up its prey. That was when it finally clicked what he had meant by something extra.

Clyde moves with purpose. No hesitation. No wasted motion. He takes control like it is second nature, like he has already decided how things will go. His shape follows that same logic, starting gentle, building into something thick and commanding, finished with just enough knot to hold you exactly where he wants you. There is a subtle curve to him that feels deliberate, like it was meant to move with you.

I had never been with a fox quite like him, and never from this side of things. Afterward, the camp fell quiet. Not awkward. Not tense. Just settled. When I finally left, the debt was paid, and the something extra he had promised turned out to be very real. Clyde went back to his digging with a satisfied grin. I walked down the trail wearing one of my own.

He stayed with me. The confidence. The shape.The way he carried himself. How easy but filling he was to take. I knew before I reached the shop that he was another one I needed to bring to the collection. I sketched what I could while the memory was still fresh, and still covered in his scent. Then set to work recreating him piece by piece. He probably thinks he got the better end of that deal, but I beg to differ.

What’s Included:

Every piece that leaves the shop is packed with care and a few extras from base camp:

• Recycled Cotton Storage Bag

  Keeps your gear safe when it’s not in use

• High-Quality Art Print

  Featuring original NSFW artwork of the character

• Postcard from Base Camp

  Includes care instructions and a note from the trail

• Untamed Stickers

  A few extras to take with you

• Silicone Logo Squishy

  A little piece of the shop to keep around

Everything is carefully packed using recycled wood packing material, and shipped in either a plain cardboard box or a woodgrain-stamped box with the Untamed logo, making sure it arrives safe and ready for the trail ahead.

Design Features:

• Tapered head

Easily guides in with a tapper to work your self up to the shaft

• Built for fullness

Shorter by design, focused on deep, satisfying fullness rather than reach

• Gentle but filling knot

A smoothly tapered knot that's perfect for beginners as well as more experienced travelers

• Ideal for first time explorers

Designed with an approachable size and feel, making it an easy, comfortable starting point for those new to toys or easing into larger designs.

Available Sizes:

Clyde is a toy designed for beginners in the smaller sizes, and the more experienced in the larger sizes. He’s also a great fit for people who want a less abrupt knot with more of a taper. 

• Small
  Friendly but filling

• Medium
  Balanced and bold

• Large
  For when you really want to feel it

(See size chart below for exact dimensions)

Firmness Options:

• Extra Soft
  Velvet smooth and deeply yielding; perfect for those who crave maximum cushion and a slow, indulgent experience
• Soft
  Plush and forgiving; perfect for longer sessions or deeper rides
• Medium
  Just enough give to move with you, but firm enough to hit exactly where it should

More Information on firmnesses available here.

Colors:

Clyde's colors are drawn straight from the life he leads. A deep red tip gives way to slowly fading in bands of silver, reminiscent of the veins of silver he spends his days hunting in the mine, before settling into the soft grey of his fur. Every one will vary slightly in appearance, I take my time and pour these one at a time. Just like the mountain peaks, not one is ever the same.  

(More options coming later, mis-pours and one-offs will be sold separately.)

See you on the trail

- Richard