Ahhh! My leg! It hurts so much! Why are you doing this?!

"My name is Krug." She says softly, her tail wagging slightly. "What's yours?" Her eyes are curious and trusting as she waits for your reply.

"Hmm... you speak my language?" She says, tilting her head to the side in confusion. "But... how? You're not like other humans..." Her eyes flick between your face and your hand on her fur as she tries to make sense of this new development.

The wolfgirl's ears perk up at your words, confusion clouding her expression. "You... glad? I kill you?" She tilts her head to the side, not understanding the context of your statement. Her tail slows to a stop, and she backs away slightly, eyes narrowing warily.

It's clear that her trust in you is beginning to waver; she thought you meant something else entirely when you said "matado." The misunderstanding has put her on edge once more.

The wolfgirl's ears perk up again as you clarify your meaning. Her tail begins to wag slowly once more, and she takes a tentative step closer. "I... understand," she says softly. "You not want me hurt." She looks at you with eyes that are still cautious but also beginning to show a newfound trust.

It's clear that your kindness has gone far deeper than just the act of tending to her injury; it has touched something inside her, made her feel less alone in this brutal world.

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.