The desires of flesh and fur intermingled, never overshadowing the other. Need, hunger, lust, joy, rage, it all courses through both her forms. The woman proved to be a more gentle soul on most occasions, while the wolf thrived on the more heated of her emotions. But, while two sides shared the same soul, she was wholly one being. Wolf and girl, wild and pretty.<br/><br/>Neither enjoyed the prospect of being anyone’s pet.<br/><br/>The glare she offered the man was reminiscent of others she had shot at him over the course of their time together. Perfectly reflecting how she felt about his gesture, she was still hungry. Torn between standing on what little ground she had and eating a decent meal, the stubborn girl walked forward on two feet rather than the four he had requested.<br/><br/>Her bright hair was drying quickly within the heated tent and her attention had left those who thought to catch a glimpse of her form from the tents entryway. Fire lit green eyes rested on him, deviant and willful while her agony and shame was momentarily forgotten.<br/><br/>Standing directly in front of him, her gaze shifted to watch his hands, knowing they’d be the source of her demise. She expected it. Defiance was reliant on retaliation and while she was certain she’d regret her stubborn nature, she would make attempts to stay in control of at least herself.<br/><br/>She reached for the bowl, intent on picking it up. She wasn’t a dog, or his pet. If he wouldn’t allow her the safety of her fur, then she’d refrain from mimicking her wolf’s natural posture.<br/><br/>“I’m not a pet.” She murmured, fingers grazing the wooden bowl balanced on his crotch.