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Cold.

This was Kara's first thought as she felt herself starting to wake, as if from a deep slumber. She pulled her arms around herself, and curled up into the foetal position, but the sense of being cold only seemed to grow worse. Her right side, from head-to-toe, felt damp, and as she became more conscious, the feeling grew more unpleasant.

[i]Where am I?[/i] she thought. [i]How did I get here?[/i]

She opened her eyes, but all she saw was an all-encompassing light, and with it, came enough pain to force her to shut them again. She tried to move, but her head was a swimming, throbbing mess.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she licked her muzzle, finding her tongue and mouth dry, and reached out for the wooden flagon of water she kept beside her bedroll. Her left paw clawed into the ground, finding only what felt like cold, damp earth.

Confused, she rolled onto her back, and the blackness in front of her eyes gave way to a redness as her muzzle pointed towards what she guessed to be the sky.

Sound started to become audible through her foggy awareness. At first, it was just bass noises, such as the rumble of gusts of wind, but this gave way to the rustle of tree-branches and the trickle of a far-off stream, until she could hear the chirps of nearby birds, interspersed with the occasional call of a circling hawk.

None of that helped explain how she'd ended up here, though, and as her senses returned, she could recall a sense of urgency. Something wasn't right, but no matter how hard she tried to think about it, she couldn't remember a thing before a few moments ago.

She dug her paws into the ground and sat upright, then brought those same paws up to cover her eyes. Bit-by-bit, she cracked open her eyelids, and started the painful journey to getting her sight back. When she was confident she could fully open her eyes like this, she lowered her paws to her sides.

This led to a new and unpleasant surprise. She looked down her body, first noticing her breasts were bare, before realising that she was completely naked. From head-to-toe, every inch of her grey body-fur was visible, except for a fair bit caked in mud on her right side, on which she had evidently slept. She glanced around for her clothes, assuming they would be nearby, even going so far as to lean to one side and twist her head to look behind her, but soon she realised that they were none to be found. If she had walked here, she had done so similarly naked.

Her eyes continued to adjust, and soon she was certain that she was not at home, or anywhere near her home. Instead, she was outdoors, in an unknown clearing, surrounded by broad-trunked oak trees. Verdant and blooming, their leafy branches formed a dense canopy, around forty feet high, pierced in places by emerald shafts of sunlight. It was a bright and fair summer's day; warm, even, as long as you weren't lying on the ground.

The last sense to come back to her was smell. As she breathed, the powerful aroma of blossom and grass filled her muzzle, and, for a time, this fragrance and the beauty of the surrounding scene brought some semblance of calm to her struggling mind.

It was then that another scent almost forced its way into her nostrils. Not one of tree, or plant, but lupine, musky, and tinged with sweat, so sharp she could almost taste it on the tip of her tongue when she breathed over it. Nobody seemed to be nearby, meaning that there was only one explanation.

[i]Am I…[/i] she thought, before parting her legs enough to give her room to slide a paw down her stomach. She barely even had to reach her groin before she felt a warmth, and in that instant, that sense of urgency from before came back to her like the return-swing of a pendulum.

She leapt to her footpaws, feeling her heart-rate spike to a fast pace, fuelled by a sense of dread that welled up in her chest. She looked in all directions, whirling around so fast that some of the caked-on mud cracked off her fur and fell to the ground.

When she was certain that she was alone, she half-walked, half-crawled to the tree-line, and started to search around the bases of the trunks for somewhere to hide while she collected her thoughts.

It took some time. Among the she-wolves of her clan, Kara was considered very large; among the tallest in height, but by far the greatest in weight. She was a trained hunter, but as clan heir, she had lived in relative comfort for much of her life, resulting in her possessing a curvy, broad figure, with wide hips and powerful, muscular thighs.

She found a ditch adjacent to one of the trees, and jumped in, crushing a cluster of forest mushrooms beneath her footpaws. Finding a natural knot in the roots, she dropped her shapely bare rear onto it, only to jerk up in surprise as the rough bark found its way to tender places. Still, it was nothing a bit of adjustment couldn't fix, and she'd achieved her aim: she was sitting down, she was out of sight, and now she could try to think.

With the walls of this ditch blocking the breeze, the scent assaulted her muzzle again. She bit her lip, and after hesitating, pawed at her ample breasts, feeling that they were tender and sensitive, and her flesh-coloured nipples were protruding from the dense fur that surrounded them.

[i]Ugh[/i], she thought, [i]I really am in heat.[/i]

The touch of her breasts sent a shock down her body, that caused her groin to tense up, and before long, she could feel wetness starting to seep into her fur. The scent was so strong that any wolf for some distance was bound to be able to smell it, and if they did… She was probably going to have a confrontation to deal with.

She looked up at the sky and judged that it was already mid-morning. The situation left her in a quandary. She couldn't stay here all day, that she knew. She at least needed water. However, she couldn't go about scent-marking the entire forest either.

There was only one thing to do, and she wrinkled up her nose just thinking about it.

She got up, turned a little to her right, and with a sigh, dropped to all fours. Then, looking back over her shoulder at where she had been sitting, she lifted her right leg, and placed her right footpaw on one of the exposed roots. She lamented for a moment that to an onlooker, she would've appeared like a common, feral wolf at first glance, but no matter. She chased those thoughts away by running a paw down body, past the front of her waist until she reached her lower lips, that she felt were soaked in her juices, and, with a shudder, drummed on her swollen sex with all her paw's fingers. Then, all she had to do was relax, and nature took care of the rest.

A stream of yellow urine gushed forth, and she angled herself until it splashed onto the spot where she had been sitting, seeing it trickle down the bark of the tree, and before she felt it diminish, she grumbled as she moved her right paw directly into the stream. The fluid was warm, and mottled her fur, but there was more than enough for her to reach and stifle her own stream until she was able to rub it all over her groin, wiping away her sexual wetness with an entirely different, sharper-scented liquid.

When she stood back up, she was left with a paw that needed a wash, and a general feeling of disgust, but those were infinitely preferable to the alternative.

She dug her claws into the side of the ditch, and climbed up a step, but far-off sound caught her attention. She froze, pricking up her ears, instinctually cocking her head to one side.

The wind picked up, and she cursed it under her breath, but as it died down, she strained her ears. In moments she was rewarded with another sound; indistinct, but definitely movement.

She pondered how best to proceed. On the one hand, she was hardly presentable; naked as the day she was born, in a raging heat and covered in her own urine. On the other, she had no idea how far away she was to the nearest town, or anywhere else. She desperately needed some water, some food, a bath...

Her eyes dropped to look down her chest, in the vague direction of her crotch.

[i]And a bit of privacy[/i], she thought.

She scrambled the rest of the way out and, after taking a moment to get a bearing on the noise, took off in that direction. Her soft paw-pads found the gaps of dirt between the plants and debris, giving her an almost silent gait, despite her impressive speed. It allowed her to listen to what was going on up ahead.

Right away, she heard voices, and knew this was no feral animal, but between her and the source stood a small scarp, and she was forced to try and climb it to see whatever was happening beyond.

Whatever it was, it smelled familiar to her.

She wall of the scarp was not vertical, and she found it easy to climb the muddy face. She had reached about halfway when she heard a shrill voice.

“-look, I'm sorry! Please don't come closer!"

She cocked her head to the side again. It was a woman's voice; almost certainly a human woman, and though the ways of humans often seemed subtle to wolves, Kara was aware that this one was terrified. Curious, she continued to climb, but stopped just before lifting her head over the top, choosing to listen instead.

“I-I'm sorry I trespassed! Really! I just needed to take a shortcut-"

Kara's curiosity over what could cause such a fuss got the better of her. With practiced grace, she clambered up over the top of the escarpment and secreted herself behind a nearby tree, before leaning out to the left of the trunk.

What she saw was a young woman. She had fallen onto her rear, and was scrambling backward along the floor. Kara wasn't the best judge of human ages, what with their fur-less skin and the way they used blades to cut and change their hair, but she judged this one to be what the humans considered 'adult'.

She was much smaller than Kara. In fact, she seemed small even for a human woman, almost elfin in features, with dainty hands, blonde hair and smooth, pale skin. Between the parted cloak, Kara could see a short, white summer-dress and simple boots.

That parted cloak was of such a vibrant scarlet colour as Kara had ever seen, as if made from the living petals of a thousand roses. It scraped along the ground as the young woman edged backwards, her chest rising and falling like a beating drum, while her eyes were as wide as silver pieces.

“Please," she yelled, “don't eat me!" At that, she tensed up and threw her arms in front of her face.

The response was immediate, half-spoken, half-growled.

“Eat you? Who said I was going to eat you?"

The woman lowered her arms.

“You're... You aren't?" she asked.

The other voice came back as a booming laugh.

Kara backed up and leaned out the other side of the tree, but the scent from earlier had already told her everything she needed to know. She tilted her head to see that standing in front of the cowering woman was a fully-grown, anthro male wolf. He was tall, at least six and a half feet, and lean, with taut, toned muscles that rippled beneath his fur, where-ever it wasn't concealed by his jerkin and leggings; leggings which had a noticeable bulge at the crotch.

“I'm not gonna eat you," he said, and strode towards the red-hooded maiden, while lowering his paws down to his belt. He undid the buckle with a metallic clink, then peeled the front of his leggings to either side.

Kara watched as his canine member slid out of his clothes, already out of his sheath and getting harder by the moment, and she felt ashamed as her body responded with a tiny shudder of need. Almost as red as the maiden's cloak, it was slick with pre, and Kara's muzzle picked up on his musky scent as he advanced upon the girl.

That primal male scent was intoxicating. The moment Kara's sensitive nose picked it up, it was like the water that pushes through the cracks of a great river-dam. It smashed through the barrier in her mind, and in an instant, she remembered everything.

Why she woke up in the clearing.

Why she was naked.

Even why she was here in the first place.

Kara moved to the other side of the tree to watch as the male wolf towered over the young woman, flaring his muzzle, baring his rows of razor-sharp lupine teeth. He growled, his eyes looking her body up and down in a lustful manner, before making his intentions clear.

“At least, not until after I fuck you!"

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