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The cold water swept through Kara's fur as she propelled herself towards the light coming from above. As she ran out of air, her nose poked above the surface, just far enough to allow her to breathe.

Staying submerged, she beat her footpaws and treaded water, while keeping her breathing as smooth and silent as she could.

There was a tranquillity to being like this. Surrounded by the soothing waters, bathed in the warm light filtering through the forest canopy, yet not easily visible to casual passers-by. Still, she knew it was unwise to remain still for long, and once she had recovered her breath, she made her way to the edge of the pool.

She crept out, climbing up onto the bank in slow, deliberate movements, giving time for the water to run off her fur without making too much sound. As she withdrew her right leg from the surface, she found herself standing by the water's edge, and darted into cover, next to one of the larger nearby trees. There she stood, and listened.

Against the backdrop of the waterfall's constant drone were the sounds of the forest; the chirping of birds and the rustling of tree-branches in the breeze. Around her, the morning sunlight cast great shafts of golden light through the treetops, creating areas of intense brightness and verdant shadow on the forest floor. The scents that hung on the air were of a similarly beautiful mundanity; dirt, water, grass and pollen.

Kara slumped against the tree, and heaved a sigh of relief. She was alone.

[i]Hood![/i]

Her mind screamed the name, and she perked up, looking around for any sign that he'd failed to get away safely. Her fears seemed confirmed when, across the other side of the pond, her eyes settled on a piece of white cloth. The sight caused her mouth to go dry. What if the wolf from before had killed him as he had emerged? The thought had crossed her mind, but with no real alternative at the time, it was a risk she had been forced to accept.

That fear lent speed to her legs as she took off in a run, sprinting around the water's edge until the garment lay at her feet.

She crouched down for a closer look. The garment was a Hood's white summer-dress, which had been torn to ribbons during the encounter with Kalrath. Meanwhile, his other clothing, such as his boots and scarlet hooded cloak were gone; it was evident that he had taken them and simply left this one piece.

Kara hung her head and sighed, as a sense of relief doused her prior dread. She realised that if he had time to make this decision, he had probably managed to get away without incident. She rose back up to her full height and gazed through the trees, leading off towards the south. She mused that he was probably somewhere in that direction, stumbling home, perhaps even halfway there by now.

[i]Then I'll go north,[/i] she thought, and started off in the opposite direction.

“Oh no you don't!" a gruff voice yelled.

Kara's whole body tensed as she whirled to face the source of the noise, just a few paces further from the water. She was not fast enough, for only as she had managed to turn did a great, dark form barrel into her, scattering chunks of dirt and mud into the air as it moved. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and she fell back to the forest floor, landing with a skid into the dirt.

From on top of her, her assailant grabbed at her throat, but with some difficulty, Kara worked her footpaws beneath his midriff, and with a powerful kick, sent him sailing through the air, to land in the water with a comical [i]plonk[/i].

She wasted no time, leaping to her footpaws as the shape emerged from lake in a shower of white water. With a single bound, he was clear of the surface and landed on the bank.

It was Rantan. She recognised his streaked fur right away. Larger than Kalrath, he was, like her, completely naked. Beneath that fur, Kara could see his toned, athletic physique, giving him a runner's frame. He glared at her through brown eyes, standing in a fighting crouch, footpaws planted firm in a wide stance.

So wide, in fact, that Kara got a free show of his pendulous assets, hanging from his crotch, along with the crimson pointed tip of his lupine cock as it poked out of his sheath.

“I caught you," he said. “I knew when I saw that human run off, that you'd turn up somehow. You've gone soft, Kara."

Her mind raced. She could run, but he would give chase. Perhaps she could out-run him, but she wasn't certain. Perhaps the best choice was to stand and fight? He was a big boy, one of the biggest, but then so was she-

“Well? Are you just gonna stand there?" he asked.

Kara folded her arms.

“I don't know what you're expecting. You think I'm gonna ride you just because you ran into me?" she said, in a scornful tone. “Still," she glanced at where he had emerged from the mud, and spotted that he had a bag of gear stashed just next to his hiding place. “Clever trick, I'll give you that. You masked your scent with the dirt."

“Your scent, on the other hand," he wiped the soaked fur around his snout, before shaking out his paw. Drips of water rained from it onto the ground, and he sniffed at the air. “Y'know, Vargas made me a very generous offer."

“Did he now," Kara snorted. No sooner had the words left her muzzle that she saw Rantan's glare soften, and his eyes traced up and down her curvy body, settling, just like Kalrath had, on one particular area. As if on command, another inch slithered from his sheath; his cock, which up until now had pointed upwards, started to jut out from his body, pointing towards her.

Kara shuddered as a hint of his musk forced its way into her nostrils, which in this natural setting gave rise to the same urges she'd experienced just a few minutes ago. It was a good job she'd given herself a good seeing to, or this might've been the end of things.

Rantan spit on the ground, as if clearing his chops of water.

“Vargas can go fuck his gold!" he roared, and with that, he leapt at her with an explosive burst of speed. Kara backpedalled out of instinct, and the larger wolf landed too far from her, his leaping grab swiping through the air. He brought his paws up to a high boxer's guard, and stepped in closer, which Kara followed in kind.

Rantan led with a series of jabs that bounced off Kara's forearms, as she used her lower centre of gravity against him. Both of them adopted a fighter's crouch, but Kara was naturally lower, and her bobs and weaves were made with practiced grace that dodged Rantan's strikes.

“You'll have to do better than- unnff" her taunts were interrupted by a hollow pain in her right side that took her breath away. She glanced down through her guard to see that Rantan had used his superior reach to lurch forward with his leg, and strike her right midriff with a powerful kick. She stumbled to her left and juked away to get some distance, but soon found her back to the water's edge.

She braced herself for his follow-up, but it never came. Instead, he stood there, and she could swear she saw a flash of inspiration in his eyes. His left hand slid down his body to his crotch, and in a quick movement, he yanked back what remained of his sheath, exposing his entire cock.

“Arrogant, much?" she said.

“Swim much?" he growled, then ducked his head and charged her.

He moved far too fast to dodge. Rantan hit her at full force, his shoulder going straight into her ribcage while he flung his arms around her midriff. His momentum carried her backwards, and the two of them fell into the water, going under in a chaos of splashing foam.

Water rushed into Kara's ears as she thrashed to get out of the male's grip, and once both of them were fully submerged, she reached around her back to dislodge his paws, only to feel that he had shifted them to beneath her armpits. He pulled her closer to him, until she felt her breasts squished between their two bodies, and for a moment, felt a tell-tale prod as the end of his cock bushed over her mound. She reached for his face, and tried to punch him, but the water's resistance took out any force she could muster.

She couldn't hit him, she couldn't seem to prise him off, and she was running out of air.

She grabbed at his muzzle, pushing his head away from her with all her might, but her strength was waning, and she felt him lift her from under her arms, or perhaps that just pushed him downwards. Either way, it gave him the chance to force his footpaw between her knees, parting her thighs. She could feel him reposition himself.

Then, something warm touched her nethers.

“No!" she screamed, in muffled burst of bubbles. She opened her jaws wide, threw her head forward, and sank her teeth right into his right ear.

Clouds of crimson blood seeped into the water as she bit into the skin and cartilage, in an act that brought a cry of anguish from the male. His grip relaxed, and Kara followed the bubbles had ejected from his throat. She flipped herself over and struck out for the surface, kicking and clawing, inching closer as her lungs started to burn…

She broke out into the fresh air and gulped down breath after breath, crawling out onto the bank, away from the water. However, her hopes that the confrontation might be over were dashed as she heard Rantan emerge behind her.

She scrambled forward in an attempt to escape.

“Oh no," he gasped, “not this time."

Kara felt a constricting pain in her rear, one so strong that her fur stood on end. She glanced over her shoulder to see that Rantan, his right shoulder covered in his own blood, had grabbed her tail in his right paw, and was holding it high. As she watched, he yanked it higher, forcing her to raise her hips. He squeezed it so hard that, try as she might, she couldn't remain silent, and her cries echoed off the nearby trees.

“Stay still!" he growled.

Still holding her tail, he dropped to his knees and starting to scooch forward.

Just one chance, she thought. She cocked her rear leg as if to urinate, and tensed her core, gritting her teeth.

“Fuck off!"

Then, she thrust her leg backwards with all her might, in something approaching a half donkey-kick.

She didn't need to look in order to be certain she'd hit the mark. The sound, between a gasp and a squeal, that escaped Rantan's throat was all she needed. The great wolf released her tail, shuddered, then fell backwards and rolled into the foetal position. There he remained, whimpering like a newborn.

Kara felt elated, and leapt to her footpaws, feeling wave of relief wash over her. She ran straight to something she had coveted earlier; Rantan's bag of gear, and scooped it up in her arms. Then she turned to look at her assailant, who was still writhing in pain.

There was a hint of satisfaction for her in observing his condition, but in moments, that sweet taste of victory turned bitter. For all their tussle in the water, she realised that she was faced with the same decision as before: stay, or run, and in truth, she wasn't sure she liked either option.

[i]If only I had…[/i] she thought, as she opened the bag.

There were few items. A blanket, a tinderbox, a fire-glass…

And a length of thin climbing rope.

It was black, coiled up, and fine-braided; as thick as her finger.

[i]That'll do[/i], she thought.

She tossed the bag to the ground and coiled the rope around her paw and forearm, then, seeing Rantan was recovering from her strike, she worked fast. She bounded over and crouched next to him. He tried to roll away, but she was in no mood for insolence, and struck him across the face with a heavy punch.

The impact left him dazed and limp, lying on his side, giving her ample time to wrap the rope around his ankles, binding them tight with a knot, then cutting off the excess rope with her teeth. She turned to his upper body and tied up his paws, binding his wrists together.

Once that was done, she clambered over him until she was near his butt. She bit off a short length of rope, about three feet long, and forced her paw between his thighs. The male shifted and made as if to bolt, but he soon relaxed when she grabbed onto those furry family jewels that he had seemed so proud to let hang out earlier.

A grin crept across her features as she gave his balls a little squeeze.

Right away, he returned to full consciousness, raising his head and opening his eyes wide.

“Argh!"

“Good boy," she said, “now get on all fours!"

He didn't move.

“Do it!" she yelled, giving him another squeeze that brought a fresh whimper from his throat.

With some difficulty, obviously trying to make sure he didn't tug away from her grip, he did as he was told, and in moments, he was on his paws-and-knees, presenting his rear to her. She took the short length of rope, and tied it around his ballsack, just a little tighter than for comfort; tight enough that it wouldn't slip off.

There was enough excess for her to hold like a leash. She wound it around her paw, and for a test, she gave it a tug. Right away, he reared back, whining, but at least she was certain it was secure.

She gave it another tug, prompting another whine, though that one was just because she'd enjoyed the first one so much.

She swivelled her lower body around and sat cross-legged, facing his rear, but found herself struggling with his tail.

“Hey," she commanded, batting away that tail with her paw. “Raise this. Go on, lift it." She punctuated the command with a short, sharp smack on his exposed rear, which caused him to jump in surprise. That only served to tug on his restraint, which brought another whimper from his throat. Still, once he had calmed down, he raised his tail high, exposing his taint and tail-hole.

“Be still," she said, then reached between his thighs. With his footpaws bound together at the ankle, they were close together, but she had little problem finding his still-hard cock. It had been pointing up towards his stomach, but she teased it back until it was beneath his thighs, and pointing straight at the ground.

“What are you-“ he started, but Kara laughed, drowning out his words.

“Now now," she said, giving the leash the softest of tugs. “Good boys don't talk."

She wrapped her paw around his crimson shaft.

“Good boys [i]produce[/i]," she growled, and began to stroke his length to a fast rhythm.

Rantan started to pant almost immediately, and Kara had a close-up view of him clenching his butt and footpaws. She could only guess how pleasurable this was for him. Before the arena trial, the males of her clan were to abstain; they were to swear an oath to not spill their seed for a whole lunar cycle, when most male wolves would happily do it 2-3 times per day.

“N-no!" he gasped. “I won't!"

Kara tightened her grip, making her strokes longer, going from teasing his tip right back to his base, where his knot was starting to grow. By this point, pre was leaking out the end of his cock like a faucet, dripping onto the floor. It coated her paw, making her movements smoother with each stroke, as she milked him for all he was worth. Each stroke seemed to bring a fresh twitch, or a little moan, and she had to admit, having him at her mercy like this, to do with as she pleased… It had a certain appeal.

“It's cute how you think that," she said. She lifted the leash high, up near his tail, pulling his balls upward to give the best view of his throbbing member. Then, she wound it around her paw, getting closer with each wind, until her knuckles were almost touching his balls.

She touched his wet shaft with two fingers on that paw, and while the other continued stroking, she ran those fingers up and down his taint, going from his tail-hole to just behind his balls, in a 'come here' motion.

Right away, his knot started to swell up at the base of his shaft.

“I won't!" he pleaded.

Her muzzle lit up in a smile as she knew that she had him. She sped up her strokes to a blur, until she saw it; that twitch, just a little buck of his hips.

She released his length and clasped his knot in her paw.

“You will!" she commanded.

Rantan lifted his head, arched his back, and squirmed in her grip, but it was no use. His release-starved body responded to her touch. His cock pulsed before her eyes, and a jet of warm cum squirted straight down onto the ground. Kara was all-too-happy to continue squeezing and stroking his knot, bringing pulse after pulse of cum. Only when it had receded to a sloppy trickle did she let go of his cock.

Rantan flopped down onto the ground.

“Turn over," Kara said.

He didn't move.

“Do you want me to tug again?" she barked, brandishing the leash.

He was still bound by the wrists and ankles, which made it somewhat awkward, but despite that he eventually managed to roll over and sit up, facing her.

Kara pushed herself off the ground, and stood over the patch of dirt where she had spilled his seed.

“Your hunt is over," she said. She parted her legs, reached down to hold open her folds, and with a shudder, a stream of yellow burst forth to disperse what Rantan had released.

When she was done, she released the leash. He was staring intently at the spot on the ground. His expression was crestfallen, his shoulders were slumped, and it was clear that whatever fight had been in him was gone. Even so, he was still covered in fresh blood, streaming from his ruined right ear, and in that moment, Kara felt a pang of anger; not at herself, but at her mother, who bore the ultimate responsibility for his injuries.

“Rantan," she said.

He raised his head and looked into her eyes.

“The waters of this grove will heal injuries," she said, “but only at night. You should remain here until nightfall, and bathe your ear. It will heal."

“I," he started, then his eyes sank back to staring at the ground, “I will do as you say."

Kara backed away from him, then walked over to retrieve his bag from where she had tossed it away. She opened it up and looked through it some more, soon seeing just how light he had been travelling.

“Ugh," she snorted, “no clothes? Really, Rantan?"

“Rules of the trial. It is not our way," he answered.

“Kalrath had clothes!"

“Kalrath's a thief!"

“Wonderful," she muttered, shaking her head as she slung the bag over her back and looked to the north. She set off, but only managed a few strides before Rantan called after her.

“Kara."

She kept walking.

“We're done," she shouted back.

“I know the law," he said. “But Vargas?"

She sighed, coming to a stop and turning about on her heel. The male had crept over to the water's edge, and was sitting with his footpaws submerged, while his teeth worked at the knot on his wrist-bonds.

“What about him?" she asked.

“Just when he finds you, he'll knot you. Mark my words."

“I'd rather be dead," she said.

“You might be, if you refuse. Is your pride really worth it?" he asked, then met her gaze. “I could end this for you, right now, if you want."

Kara wanted nothing more than to turn tail and leave him, but she was exhausted, bruised, and only just starting to dry off. She was hungry, needy, and Vargas was out there somewhere. Against her better judgement, she took a moment to weigh it up.

[i]End it…[/i] She thought.

Then and idea came to her like a bolt from the blue. She almost slapped her forehead with her paw; it seemed so obvious in retrospect, but at the time it hadn't even occurred to her. It wasn't what she would've chosen from the offset, but it was the single, best way for this to be over, to defeat Vargas, to make a mockery of this whole trial, and she'd had her paws on it all last night.

She turned south, and took off at a jogging pace through the trees.

“Can you at least untie me?" Rantan called after her.

“Nope!" she yelled back.

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