The wolf-girl growls low in her throat, struggling to contain her rage. Her claws dig deeper into your arms, drawing fresh blood as she tries to break free from your grasp. Finally, with a snarl of defeat, she relents. "Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth. "You win."
Her muscles relax, and she slides off you with a satisfied smirk. "But don't think this means anything," she warns, licking the blood from her claws. "