He savored her struggle to somehow expel his scent with her meager means. How could she? It was slathered on her nose and she was already not taking all the breaths she needed. The way her eyes had squeezed for his reckless shaking had been human enough to prove there was a woman underneath the wolf, if he didn't already know. The last slam of her head gave him what he wanted.<br/><br/>His hand could easily follow the size of her neck as her mass receded into her, the fur becoming a memory as she stretched out and lost the bulk of the animal. Her neck was easier to hold, suddenly, smooth and lithe for his trained and hardened fingers. He let up, as was the promise between them. Her human air-pipe couldn't possibly withstand what her wolven throat could. What a mixture of delicate shadows and strong limbs she was. Just his taste. The blush in her hair was dramatic, and no disappointment after what her fur had hinted.<br/><br/>Her womanly iteration was formidable. In battle, as they'd proven today, thumbs could be crucial, but without a weapon to her name the girl had less chance than the beast. Her tears fit better on her face now, he thought, and the detail of her hands dwarfed by his wrist was tantalizing. He was of course less comfortable in his pants now than before. Thinking of it, he slid farther below her navel to examine her around the red bush. His men were wild with anticipation. The alpha's daughter was prettier than the women they'd fucked and killed.<br/><br/>"There you are." he said as he finally gave her throat back to stroke down her collarbone and then weigh a tit in his hand. "What's your name, orphan girl?" he asked. It would matter, of course, but not the way she might assume.<br/><br/>As she answered, he would easily lift her and put her down on her hands and knees, like he was indeed coming to own a new pet, and was examining its value and strength. The men were already closing the ring around her, complimenting her on what a fuckable snatch they could see, and how well her breasts would do for suckling. One of them explained what shame she should feel, showing all her secrets to men that had raped her sisters. They were allowed to squeeze her skin, her shoulder and arms and thighs while their said their mockery, but knew not to touch any of her intimate entrances, even though some of the men were starved for that kind of exploration.<br/><br/>In the end only Raud was left petting her, squeezing her here and there, indeed like he would a tame wolf.