The three men sat around the fire after the fight, patching themselves up and enjoying a victory drink.  The wolves had gotten a few scratches in, but three of them lay dead at the edge of the camp.<br/><br/>"They'll be back before too long, possibly with the rest of the pack.  We should break camp and move elsewhere tomorrow after we take the girl back to the city." Garret said as he rolled a length of bandage around a nasty bite on his forearm.<br/><br/>"It don't gotta hurry with that, do we?" Barry suggested, "I mean, it could be useful, having a woman around the camp for a while."<br/><br/>"The fuck are you on about, Barry?" Bruce asked, "Did you not hear me say 5000?  That's gold royals.  Why the hell would we want to wait on collecting that kind of pay day...-?"  He paused as a look of realization came over him, looking between the open tent and Lana inside, tastefully covered with a blanket, and Barry, looking sheepish and slightly embarrassed.  "....No."<br/><br/>"It's not what you think...." The bear of a man said.<br/><br/>"Barry....No." Bruce reiterated, "I don't care who she looks like."<br/><br/>"I just miss her is all..."<br/><br/>"She.  Left.  You.  Barry!" Bruce said firmly, punctuating each word with a clap of his hands, "For a blacksmith!  She's probably funneling his knob as we speak!"  Bruce clamped his mouth shut as Barry looked stricken for a moment before turning away and staring forlornly into the fire, "Barry, mate, I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that..."<br/><br/>"No, no, you're right.  Just hard to hear is all..." Barry replied, idly picking up a twig and tossing it into the fire.<br/><br/>There was a short, uncomfortable pause before Garret said, "In Sarah's defense, she did say she needed more stability in her life.  Blacksmith's a good, steady trade."<br/><br/>"Oh, fuck off, Garret!" Barry retorted, "Stability.  Pheh!  We got adventure!  Excitement!  I ain't wasting away in no shop in some backwater village.  Fuck it!  Morning comes, we cart her arse off back to the city.  Doesn't mean we can't get some enjoyment out of her first, though." He got to his feet and began tugging at the strings of his trousers as he made his way to the tent.<br/><br/>"Oi!  She's gotta be a virgin when she gets there!  She's worthless as a sacrifice otherwise!" Bruce called after him.<br/><br/>"So what?  Virginity only counts for her cunt.  She's got a mouth and arse, don't she?" Barry replied before pulling the tent flap closed.  With the two of them more or less alone, Barry dropped his pants, letting his bulbous cock flop out half-hard.  It wouldn't take much to get him the rest of the way.  "Now then, poppet, let's see if you suck any better than you punch." he said, ripping the blanket off her to feast his eyes on her nudity.