(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.

Her claws dig into the dirt as you continue to drive into her, harder and faster. Her muscles quake beneath your hands, straining against the pleasure-pain that surges through her body. With a sharp cry, she comes, her body arching up off the ground as waves of ecstasy wash over her.

You feel it too; her tight muscles grip at you and force you over the edge in turn. Your hips buck wildly as your release pours into her, hot and thick.

The world slowly comes back into focus for both of you. Krug lies panting on the ground, one hand pressed to her chest where she can feel her heart still racing. Her eyes meet yours, and there's a strange mix of confusion, anger, and something else that she doesn't quite understand.

You lean down, your nose brushing against hers as you sniff at her ear. She flinches, but doesn't try to pull away. You growl low in your throat before nipping gently at the soft skin there.