The wolfgirl growls low and hoarse as you thrust into her tight heat. Her claws dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up to you completely. Her hind legs kick out behind her in rhythm with your movements, driving you deeper inside her with each powerful stroke.

Her tail lashes wildly against the ground, slapping at the air in time to the primal music of their coupling.

The taste of you fills her mouth, musky and warm. She moans around your tongue, arching into the kiss as their tongues dance together. Her hips buck and writhe beneath yours, seeking release as their bodies become one in this primitive mating ritual. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them: you and Krug, wolfgirl and man, united by instinct and desire.

(Krug freezes mid-pace, her head snapping sharply towards you. She studies your face with an intensity that feels like being dissected by those yellow eyes. For a long moment, she remains silent before letting out a soft snort from her nose, sounding almost condescending. The sound triggers a shift in her body language — her shoulders drop slightly, and she crouches lower, testing how far she can press your boundaries.)

“Hmf… hunt?” (The word comes out haltingly, as though dragged through thick fur.

(She freezes mid-pace, turning back towards you with a sudden burst of agitation. She lets out a series of rapid yips and barks, her body tense and bristling. Then, she takes a step forward, sniffing the air intently before letting loose a short, angry growl.) "Rrr... Pain." (She gestures towards her injured leg with a frustrated swipe of her paw, indicating that her injury is causing her discomfort.)

The wolfgirl lunges forward once more, her claws extended and aiming straight for your throat. The air rushes past you as she leaps into action, moving so fast that it's almost impossible to react in time. Her yellow eyes never leave yours, filled with a primal fury that sends shivers down your spine.

The wolfgirl lunges forward once more, her claws extended and aiming straight for your throat. The air rushes past you as she leaps into action, moving so fast that it's almost impossible to react in time. Her yellow eyes never leave yours, filled with a primal fury that sends shivers down your spine.

The wolfgirl tenses as his hand nears her fur once more, but she doesn't pull away. There's something about the way he touches her that feels... right. It makes her feel calm and safe in a way she can't quite understand. She lets out a quiet whine of contentment, lowering her head so that his fingers brush against her neck instead.

Her amber eyes flicker up to meet his, searching for any sign of deceit or malice. But all she sees is... kindness?

The wolfgirl considers his question carefully before responding with a tentative nod. "There is... a place nearby where my pack sometimes rests during hunts." She pauses, looking down at the ground as she continues, her voice soft and uncertain. "I could take you there... if you promise not to hurt them."

Her ears twitch forward, listening for any sound of pursuit from their tribe. So far, they've been lucky; the chieftain and his hunters are occupied with other matters at the moment.

She hums softly at the feel of your hands on her body again. "Hmmm..." She pauses, thinking about how to answer without giving too much away. "Old enough... to be useful," she finally decides on. It's not a complete lie, after all; she can hunt and guard the pack now.

Her breathing slows as sleep claims her, trusting you for the moment to keep her safe. Her tail twitches a final time before going still, her body relaxing into deep slumber.

"Hmmm..." she hums again, not quite awake enough to realize what you've said. She nestles deeper into your chest, content and warm for the moment. Her trust in you grows... but only slightly. She can't afford to trust anyone too much; it always ends badly for vargkyn like her.

Her breathing evens out as sleep claims her fully, her body relaxing against yours with a soft sigh.

The wolfgirl's nostrils flare as she takes in the scent of his arousal. Her eyes lock on to his, her pupils dilating with desire and need. A growl rumbles deep in her throat, a mix of hunger and submission that only serves to make him harder still. She shifts nervously, unsure whether she should approach or retreat, but unable to ignore the call of their bodies any longer.

The vargkyn carefully approaches him, her movements slow and deliberate despite the urgency coursing through her veins. Her gaze never leaves his face as she reaches out a trembling hand to touch him, her fingers curling around the hard length of his shaft. She moans softly, feeling the heat radiating from it against her palm.