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After a few moments, Ulrike pushes against the dark, wet fur of Majorra and offers a weary nod. She returns to the pond and sits within it, her hand rubbing against her sex. Cum remains drift into the water, as a quiet rustling could be heard from the underbrush closest to the wolfess. Jacques's form was bent over its front, his canine tongue idly cleaning his cock. But his head lifts upward, ears perked up. He moves to growl quietly at Majorra's side, his eyes upon the dark area between the trees and bushes.

Majorra lounged upon the ground, her pants pulled up and spent cock resting against her thigh. She was enjoying the view as the farm girl bathed, stiffened slightly when the sound went off beside her. Ears lifting and gaze narrowing, she turned her head towards the threat and squinted into the dark, slowly pushing to stand, making the low noise for Jacques to stand still.

As the rustling figure neared the water, Jacques's snout turned towards Majorra, then towards the bushes, his hindquarters sitting. He remained attentive, as a leather wearing white lioness stepped into the clearing, a bow and quiver upon her person. She was rather short, with a few scars across her face. The farm girl found her jug and lifted it up, only to drop it again as Jacques barked at the stranger. The lioness stopped short, before her sloped archer's cap shifted to the side, her eyes squinting into the darkness, "Majorra, is that you?"

The shepherd's ears pulled back as she recognized the lion huntress, expression relaxing as she took a step forward, holding her hand down to coax her herding dog back,"Chien, placide.. Brynn? Goodness, these woods are small." She offered her friend a warm grin, before glancing back at the woman in the pond, her thick eyebrows raising, "You have good time, 5 minutes prior and I'd have some explaining." She rolled her thin shoulders and spoke lower, gazing back at the lioness, "What are you doing here, so late?"

Brynn's dimly lit expression pulled into a smile, her shoulders shrugging, "Well I was just on my way to hunt some wounded animals, but I guess that wasn't what I heard." Around her waist, a band of rabbits were tied together by their feet. Her hand un-shoulders her hunting bow, her hand moving to pet Jacques's head as he moved to sniff her, "Well, it's a long story. I'm hunting food for Ellis and Naran, because of their affliction. I can't, really, when they're awake." Her gaze drifts down, "Which seems to have spread." She laughs, "You weren't..doing anything with that, were you?"

The shepherd's thick eyebrows raised, and she gave the lioness a deep chuckle as her shoulders rolled upward, teeth flashing in a marvelous smile, "Oh, no! This comes and goes, I'm very good at controlling it." She tugged up her pants with a flush to her snout, rubbing at the back of her scruffy neck as she averted her eyes for a moment, looking at the hares, "My cottage..." The words came to her without thinking, the mirth slowly draining from her eyes, though the smile remained,"... The King burned it down. I'm not entirely sure why." Her voice dwindled to a soft stop, both hands moving to idle in her pockets as she stared at the rabbits, trying to focus on anything but the growing stiffness in her chest.

Brynn's eyebrows lifted, "What? You can?" Her hand placed itself on her hip and her eyes finally left Majorra's pants, "Huh." Brynn's head turned as she waved towards the on looking peasant, who returned to bathe herself. Pushing against Jacques's nose, she snaps her fingers and points downward, "Down. Good boy." Jacques sits and idly pants, as Brynn's lips form a frown, "I heard rumors that the King has been irrational, but I didn't really believe them. Do you need a place to stay? We're holed up in an empty barn, and it kinda smells, but if you want, you could spend a few nights." Gesturing towards the rabbits, "I'm already cooking for others as it is, you see."

Dark lips pushed together as the wolf tore her eyes from the somehow therapeutic row of hanging hares, gazing Brynn's way, "Mm, you are too kind, but inviting me is going to make it much smellier." A more honest smile returned to her face, one a bit embarrassed, "The sheep need a place to stay, if they haven't all wandered off thanks to my /very bad dog/." She gazed down to Jacques and patted him roughly between the ears, before breathing out a sigh,"I like to keep my head down, in the places I go to. Mixing with royalty... It never ends well." She reached to touch her neck again, rubbing at it anxiously, though standing firm before the huntress, "Let me bid au revoir to my friend, and I'll follow you." She glanced back at the bathing farm girl, her expression softening as she neared the pond.

The lioness offered a nod, her hand placing the bow around her shoulder, "No problem. The others won't even notice." Jacques's head tilted upwards, before his ears flatten against his head, his belly touching the grass. Brynn nods, "Sure. I won't be far." Ulrike's hands drew her wet locks over her shoulder, the jug tipping to pour water upon them. Smoothing them out, her head shifts over her shoulder. She smiles, a little, "I don't think I got your name. Or, maybe I don't quite remember..its all a bit hazy."

Leaning down to roll up the hem of her pants up over her knees, the wolf snickered, "It was all pretty hazy... A rush of need. I thought beautiful women bathed in clear pools of water only in story books. Well.. The raunchy ones, at least." She chuckled and waded forward a few feet, beckoning her closer, "Its Majorra, l'amour." She'd gather up the woman's hair, and press her snout to a freckle on her bare shoulders, "Will you be alright, heading back so late?"

The peasant girl's cheeks flushed in the moonlight, her arms lifting to her sides as she waded towards the edge, "It was..nice to meet you. And I'll be okay. I normally bathe here." With a slight quiver, she places a kiss upon the wolfess's cheek, her head pulling back as she rubbed her mouth upon her free shoulder, "Ah, it tickles!" Patting the wolfess's sides some, "But thanks. I know just what I want now." Brynn exchanges looks with Jacques, "Aren't they just the cutest?" Jacques releases a bark in response.

The shepherd snickered and pulled back with a pleased rumble, nodding and pushing aside a few wet stray hairs from the woman's face, "Alright then... Goodnight, Ulrike." She glanced downwards, catching a view of the woman's bare, wet chest, the wolf's tail twitching behind her before she cleared her throat, stepping back and turning to the others with a final wave. She met Jacques first, coaxing him upwards with another dignified cough, "Shall we?" And stepped into the forest, to head towards the remains of her cabin, "I had a thought... Something also from the story books." She glanced back towards Brynn, "You look a lot like a female, more appealing, Robin Hood. I wonder who I am, then, Little Jon?" She glanced downwards at her dog, shaking her head, "No, you can be Little Jon."

Brynn's eyes roll, before she turns around, "It's not like I have the time to read books. Being a butcher is fairly book free." Stepping through the woods, Jacques licked Majorra's hand, before wagging his tail excitedly. Picking a trail through the woods, Brynn's eyes draw themselves towards the cabin's wreckage, "But I kinda like the roguish name. And, I'm really sorry about your cabin. It must have looked pleasant before all this." She gestures towards the burnt wood. Shaking her head, "The nearby farmers said that the King has been trying to keep them all out; something about a recent inheritance." They break through the forest line, in time, the meadow's grass billowing with a soft wind.

The wolf smirked softly as she stepped quietly through the forest, heading to her clearing. She gazed upon the drowsing sheep, stooping towards where her currently sole-belongings sat in a small pile together, drawing up her poncho over her shoulders, "Oh, this? Oh no, it looked like a proper bachelors house. Crap everywhere, half drawn nude women strewn about.. But it was /mine/." She chuckled dryly, tugging her head through the top of the woolen garment, and bent down again to gather the small pack from the fridge, slipping the mana within and hoisting up her staff, whistling to disturb the flock, "Robin Hood is a great story! I read it when I was young, but again when I was older-- The story changed a bit, and I couldn't read all the big words in English, but the tale when I was younger, was about a great wolf vagabond!" She smiled excitedly, whistling to prompt Jacques into action and push the sheep forward, "Him and his gang of socially-acceptable-yet-inferior various canine species all worked together to rob from the greedy felines in power. They held up royal carts, stole from the guards.. And all gave back to the community." She fell in beside Brynn, whistling sharply to keep the sheep going, holding up her staff, "The later version had a fox in it, I think. Not as good."

Brynn nods, watching the sheep idly, "That sounds real interesting! I think I would have liked that kind of book." Jacques rounds the sheep up, travelling forward. Brynn's rabbits sway gently as she walks, her eyes drifting towards the varied darkness, "Since most farmers have moved away, the hunting is really good if you know where to look. And I'm glad I won't be the only one around that has to deal with those two." She smiles, nudging her hand against the wolfess's hip, "Hey, you could teach them how to control themselves! Wouldn't that be fun?"

The wolf glanced sidelong, smirking softly as she led her sheep army about, "Well... We can /try/. It takes a lot of self-control, and I wouldn't label those two under that category." She moved along the trail, her features falling slightly as she continued on, "Rotten hierarchies ruin my good mood. It would be an /under/ statement to say I have.. an issue, with authority." She rolled her thin shoulders and exhaled a sigh,"Im not sure what I was planning, but in the heat of the moment, seeing my cottage burned down.. I was going to do something. Scale the castle and choke the king with his own foot, maybe." She held the staff firmly, her fist tightening against the wood as her lips turned to snarl slightly, "I don't know why I try to follow my own foolish plans, Im sure the guards would enjoy making a couch throw out of my pelt, but Jack.. He distracted me away. I'm glad you came about, the warmth of watching her bathe was quickly evaporating back to bitterness." She turned and spat upon the grass, sheep army marching forth.

Brynn nods, as she walks, "I understand. And you know, when we're done eating lunch tomorrow, I think I could use a break from hunting. I might have a way to get inside, get a little something for your loss." Brynn's form strolls through a leftover pumpkin field, the rise of the hill stopping beneath the empty barn. Brynn's smile becomes quieter, "That would've been bad, yeah. No problem!" Brynn's ears shifted under her archer's cap, as she approached the barn door, her shorter form moving to push the door open, "I thought I'd save you from those dreaded bathing ladies; my good deed of the night." The door slides open, and she points towards the hay bales, "The sheep will be fine in here, as long as they don't try to climb the ladder."

The shepherd waved her staff, stepping to one side to let the sheep file in, the cranky things bleating as they were driven forth by the nipping and barking dog. The wolf rolled her crimson gaze over the flowing flock, counting them in her head,"I hope they don't wake the two..." She glanced upwards quickly at Brynn, then looked back down at her counting,"Im pretty tired, though. Could we talk about it tomorrow..?" She leaned upon her staff wearily, lips forming a frown, "I just want to curl up with my dog, for now."

The little lioness offered a long nod, "Well, yeah. Unless you wanted a midnight lunch. See you in the morning!" She moved towards the ladder, making an exasperated gesture with her hands, "I don't think they could wake up. G'night." Brynn ascended the ladder, bending over to take off her boots. She laid upon her own bedroll, slowly falling asleep. Nearby, two nude others cuddled in their sleep.