and imagining taking him into her bed that night. The other wolves she’d lain with had been rough and quick, giving her little satisfaction or enjoyment, but she knew Roald would be different. She could sense the passion in him, and a nervous lump formed in her throat when she thought of having his naked body pressed up against hers.
The image shattered when Kayleigh, a nineteen-year-old wolf with blonde hair and a tiny waist, walked up to Roald and started flirting with him in a blatant fashion. His eyes flicked towards Sienna with a touch of guilt, but he couldn’t have felt that bad about it, since he followed Kayleigh back to her seat instead of returning to Sienna.
As usually happened at feasts, or any other pack event really, Sienna quietly slipped away from the fire and went back to her cabin. She brewed up a cup of calming tea and curled up with a blanket and a book, her door locked tight to ensure that no lonely and desperate wolf found his way into her bed tonight.
The noise from the feast had died down considerably when Sienna stepped out onto her front porch. It was late into the night, and a few people still sat around the fire drinking or trying to find someone to lie with, but the majority of the pack had gone off to sleep or to find a little privacy.
Shivering a little against the evening chill, Sienna stripped out of her clothes and untied the band in her hair, letting her curls fall free. She looked down at her body and sighed. It wasn’t that she was disgustingly fat or abnormally short, but more that she was different from the other females in the pack. She had curves where other females had none. Her breasts hung large and full, and her bum was round and shapely. It was impossible for her to believe that there was anything wrong with herself, she had too much self-esteem for that, but it was incredibly frustrating to always be losing out to the girls who were born with tiny hips and perky little breasts.
Sienna shook her head and ran off the steps off the porch, the dirt cold and hard beneath her bare feet. She ran like this for several paces, enjoying the exertion in her legs and the sensation of her muscles warming up, before leaping forward and shifting into her wolf form in mid-air. She landed effortlessly and transitioned smoothly into running on four paws instead of two legs, dodging through the trees and letting go of the frustrations of her day.
She loved to run when the moon was high in the sky and the night was still and quiet. Out here she could indulge her own inner lone wolf. Sienna didn’t quite have the courage to leave the pack and wander on her own, but she loved the freedom of her night runs. Sometimes she though they were the only thing keeping her sane.
The light burbling of water indicated that she was quickly approaching the edge of her pack’s territory. The Silverlake pack owned everything on the other side of the creek that she was now running parallel to, and she was careful not to stray to close to the water’s edge for risk of triggering a war between the two packs. Tensions had always been high between these two groups of wolves, but since no one really ever came out here, it was nice to run where she had little chance of being interrupted.
Sienna was so lost in her thoughts and the rhythm of the run that she didn’t sense danger until it was too late. She’d veered towards the stream’s edge in order to avoid fresh deadfall that blocked her way, and she’d run directly into a net trap that had tightened around her and pulled her into the air.
Hanging there was awkward in her wolf form. She couldn’t seem to get her paws to sit comfortably on the thick strands of rope that made up the net, so she shifted to human and curled up with her back against the netting and her knees tucked up into her chin. She was completely naked and immediately felt chilled, but it was more comfortable than having her paws slip through the gaps in the net.
She had no way
The image shattered when Kayleigh, a nineteen-year-old wolf with blonde hair and a tiny waist, walked up to Roald and started flirting with him in a blatant fashion. His eyes flicked towards Sienna with a touch of guilt, but he couldn’t have felt that bad about it, since he followed Kayleigh back to her seat instead of returning to Sienna.
As usually happened at feasts, or any other pack event really, Sienna quietly slipped away from the fire and went back to her cabin. She brewed up a cup of calming tea and curled up with a blanket and a book, her door locked tight to ensure that no lonely and desperate wolf found his way into her bed tonight.
The noise from the feast had died down considerably when Sienna stepped out onto her front porch. It was late into the night, and a few people still sat around the fire drinking or trying to find someone to lie with, but the majority of the pack had gone off to sleep or to find a little privacy.
Shivering a little against the evening chill, Sienna stripped out of her clothes and untied the band in her hair, letting her curls fall free. She looked down at her body and sighed. It wasn’t that she was disgustingly fat or abnormally short, but more that she was different from the other females in the pack. She had curves where other females had none. Her breasts hung large and full, and her bum was round and shapely. It was impossible for her to believe that there was anything wrong with herself, she had too much self-esteem for that, but it was incredibly frustrating to always be losing out to the girls who were born with tiny hips and perky little breasts.
Sienna shook her head and ran off the steps off the porch, the dirt cold and hard beneath her bare feet. She ran like this for several paces, enjoying the exertion in her legs and the sensation of her muscles warming up, before leaping forward and shifting into her wolf form in mid-air. She landed effortlessly and transitioned smoothly into running on four paws instead of two legs, dodging through the trees and letting go of the frustrations of her day.
She loved to run when the moon was high in the sky and the night was still and quiet. Out here she could indulge her own inner lone wolf. Sienna didn’t quite have the courage to leave the pack and wander on her own, but she loved the freedom of her night runs. Sometimes she though they were the only thing keeping her sane.
The light burbling of water indicated that she was quickly approaching the edge of her pack’s territory. The Silverlake pack owned everything on the other side of the creek that she was now running parallel to, and she was careful not to stray to close to the water’s edge for risk of triggering a war between the two packs. Tensions had always been high between these two groups of wolves, but since no one really ever came out here, it was nice to run where she had little chance of being interrupted.
Sienna was so lost in her thoughts and the rhythm of the run that she didn’t sense danger until it was too late. She’d veered towards the stream’s edge in order to avoid fresh deadfall that blocked her way, and she’d run directly into a net trap that had tightened around her and pulled her into the air.
Hanging there was awkward in her wolf form. She couldn’t seem to get her paws to sit comfortably on the thick strands of rope that made up the net, so she shifted to human and curled up with her back against the netting and her knees tucked up into her chin. She was completely naked and immediately felt chilled, but it was more comfortable than having her paws slip through the gaps in the net.
She had no way
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