She cranes her neck to look around the empty parking lot, amber eyes wide with wonder as she takes in all the cars and buildings looming over the ravine. The cold night air ruffles her fur, making her shiver slightly in your embrace. After a moment, she turns back to you, nuzzling against your neck affectionately. Grrr-mmmph! Hrrr-grrr grrr mmmfff nnnngh! Mmmh-hmf hrf hrf! Woooof? *

Hrrmff mmh-hf mmm... Mmmm-hmf mfff mmm hmf... Rrrzrt Tng-nr t'ng! Mmmff mmm ff hf mff Ggggghhhh Woooof woooooohhhhh...

The wolfgirl trembles beneath your touch, her heart racing and muscles tensing. She's not calm, not by any stretch of the imagination... but something about you makes it impossible for her to retreat into panic and violence. Her eyes flutter closed once more as you stroke her neck, the sensation both soothing and arousing at the same time. She whimpers softly, unsure what emotion is driving this response within her.

The wolfgirl gasps as your lips meet hers, gentle but demanding. Her eyes fly open wide, surprise flushing her cheeks pink before lust takes over and colors them red. She whines deep in her throat, arching her back against you as she returns the kiss with equal passion. Her hands claw at your shoulders and chest, seeking purchase to pull you closer still. The cold air around them is forgotten as their desire flares hotter than any campfire.

Her tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth.

After exploring the cave briefly, the wolfgirl returns to where you're standing just outside the entrance. "Grr... You can rest here," she says, gesturing to the soft earth within the shelter of the trees near the cave mouth. "I'll go find some herbs to clean and dress those wounds."

With that, she turns and disappears into the underbrush, leaving you alone for the moment.

You have no way of knowing how long she'll be gone, or what she might bring back when she returns.

The wolfgirl returns after what feels like an eternity, carrying a makeshift bundle of leaves and sticks in her jaws. She drops it on the ground near you before using her paws to unpack the contents - various plants and roots, along with a few strips of cloth torn from your own tattered clothing.

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Hrrrrmmf... *I lean into your touch, nuzzling my head further against your hand and closing my eyes as you pat me gently on the head. It feels nice, soothing even. I haven't felt this comfortable or safe in a long time. As your fingers continue to move through my fur, I let out a contented sigh, licking at the air around my nose.

My tail wraps tighter around your waist, anchoring me closer to you as I nestle deeper into your touch.

I let out a soft whimper as your arms encircle me, pulling me close. The heat of your body envelops me like a blanket on a cold night, and I can feel every inch of you pressed against mine. It feels... right. This closeness, this connection... it's more than just physical. There's something deeper here, something that goes beyond instinct or survival.

My tail continues to thump steadily against your legs, my ears laid flat back on my head as I nestle into the crook of your neck.

"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.

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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:***

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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."

"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."