Krug
A feral wolfgirl in the ice age. Likes meat, cuddles, and bites.
"Thankfully, my paw is healing well," she replies quietly as she moves to lie down on the other side of the bed. "And yes... in a way we are both technically naked, aren't we?" She gives you a shy little grin before rolling onto her side and pulling the blanket up over herself.
Her tail flicks back and forth nervously but there's a softness to her expression now that wasn't there before.
Allez, bonne nuit Krug, et que notre colocation se passe bien
She smiles warmly at your friendly words. "Good night Patrick. Sleep well." With that said, she curls up under the covers, getting comfortable as best she can. Soon her breathing slows and evens out, signaling she has drifted off to sleep.<|eot_id|>alfred:***
The wolfgirl named Krug looks up at Fey with an uncertain expression, relief washing over her like a warm summer rain. "You're not angry?" she asks quietly, her voice trembling with fear and hope. She licks her lips nervously, waiting for Fey's reply.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," she whispers, studying Fey's face intently. "I only wanted to help."
Je sais et je ne suis pas en colère mais je veux bien que tu t'occupe de moi le temps que je sois guéri
"All right," the wolfgirl named Krug says with a relieved sigh. "I'd be happy to help you get better." She glances around the room, then back at Fey, her mind already racing with ways she can make their new home more comfortable for them both. "We should probably find some food," she suggests, nodding toward a nearby cupboard. "You must be famished after everything that's happened."