It was entertaining to see her skin knot while she played her stoic game. So far Varga had not offered anything objectionable. It was her great demise, that she was an endless well for this cruel inclinations. Her red hair moved like something precious through the blue of the night. At this distance he thought it was almost bright. He especially liked when she hugged herself for warmth rather than retreating into his ready heat. He continued to watch patiently from his comfortable tent.<br/><br/>When she moved, he made no effort to part the spring in the felt, but didn't stop her either. It had been inevitable. The road was too long for anyone to endure naked. He smiled to himself when she shifted, but his smile parted slightly when she slid over his member, flattened to the horse. Raud felt the weight of her body press his sensitive limb down, but made no sign of displeasure. He was sure it was plenty warm for her.<br/><br/>Once they were connected again, his cock under her, he wrapped an arm around her to squeeze her to his chest. He didn't mind being generous if she offered her pride in return. "Cold, Varga?" he asked like they'd been talking the whole way. His cock was rising between her legs, like she was growing her own appendage. He closed the felt around them, to reward her behavior and give her the first kindness since they'd met. The way the horse went on with its motions, effectively moving her ontop of his member, it did feel like she'd taken to him, and was trying a rhythm to please him.<br/><br/>He put his face in her hair and smelt her. Still hormones of fear and anger there, spicing the background of her natural oils. It was better he learn her scent, if she was going to be his mascot and a reminder he was the new Bodil. He grunted with some displeasure. Eventually he moved like he was about to push her out into the cold again. "You're making me tense, Varga." he said. "It's making me want to push you off." Another trick.<br/><br/>His once again alert and rigid part was making it abundantly clear what he was talking about. He seemed to have mentioned it like it was no great sacrifice to her. He supposed she could choose the cold again, to lending him relief, but a gust made that decision a little less inviting. Nature might have wanted to bully the wolf tonight, too.