Early in the morn, the Shepherdess Reana had allready retrieved her sheep to tend them in the glade south of the village that was allotted to them.  She walked slowly, enjoying her new bells - a little sad for having lost her old and new replacements, but she supposed she deserved to loose them, having been so ungrateful and stupid as to forget them.  She would have liked to blame it on Boyo, having had been so rambunctious, but she wouldn't do that.  Seeing a sheep stray, she whistled a few times, Boyo doing his duty and getting the sheep back.  He seemed a little tense that day, as if something were right on the tip of his nose.<br/><br/>What the shepherdess did not know, was that he smelled - or was trying to smell - the scent of a wolf upwind.  One who had quite an eye on her.  Deciding that her sheep didn't look to bad either.  Changing to his human form, the wolf did what he could to not grope himself.  Was it his fault that he hadn't laid with a woman since he'd been turned.  Well, perhaps so, but he didn't consider it in such a way.  New to the pack, and to the world of the Wolves, he didn't have an easy time controling his changes till recently.  The shepherdess, he decided, licking his lips, looked like the perfect tight little woman to get him back to his games...<br/><br/>Reana brought her herd to the small pond in the glade, the still water there safe for them to drink without falling in.  She often wondered why sheep did fall into moving waters, but supposed it wasn't something for her to worry over.  Then, Boyo growled.  Tail flat down, ears back, teeth barred...  And at her?  She moved her staff gently, letting the bells ring, "What is it Bo-"<br/><br/>"Good morn, fair lady, I thought I would not be able to keep up!  My, oh, my, you do look a beauty," she blanched with a yip as she heard someone behind her, swinging her staff, she managed to hit her supprisor in the stomach.  It was then that she noticed Boyo's avid growl was turned towards him.<br/><br/>She glared at the Wolf, "I am sorry, Milord, but my sheep aren't for eating.  You will need to find your meal at the castle or in the fores-"  Her glare became deadly as the man interupted her again.<br/><br/>"Ah, but mon ami, it is not on the sheep I find my eyes stuck.  No, no, no...  I find your visage to be much more pleasing, he said, stepping forewards, step, step, step...  Till he had her backed up to a sheep, his arm sliding around her.  "And I believe...  You will taste just as sweet as the morning dew, for your appearance is as beautiful as this morning's sunrise," he said, his lips growing ever closer to hers.<br/><br/>All that could run through the Shepherdesses mind was what was it with the Wolves as of late.  Along with how to get him away from her without having to hurt his body too much.  His ego - obviously large - could use a bruising, but he had no intentions towards her sheep, so bodily harm was not on her to-do list.  She tried pushing him away, but his wolfen strength did not even notice it, "My Lord, please let me go.  My Lo-MMMMPH!"  Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as his lips pressed to hers.  Though soft, and warm and gentle...  They were not His.  She blinked.  His?  What was she thinking?  She shouldn't have even let THAT kiss happen and now-"MMMMPH!"  SHe squeaked, pressing her lips firmly together as she felt his tongue - HIS TONGUE! - on her lips.  No!  No!  No!  She stared hitting at him more with her free hand, her other, with her staff, trying to push him away as she did her best not to fall over the sheep and into the water.<br/><br/>She could hear Boyo still growling, but doing nothing.  Oh, why hadn't she taught him to attack Wolves in human form???  She continued pushing and hitting at the wolf, growing more distressed as he started pulling away her staff.  His strong grip nearly plucking it from her fingers.  Son of a WOLF!  "Ah, mon ami, you like things rough, you hit me so," he asked, making her wrinkle her nose in distaste before he pressed his lips against hers before she could even reply.<br/><br/>She determined she should have hit him over the head with the staff while she had it as she heard it being dropped to the ground.  Her mind raced a mile a minute as he continued pressing his lips to hers, his tongue gently tracing her lips, his teeth beginning to nip.  Finally sick of it, she did the only thing she could think of.  She bit his tongue, making him yelp and pull away.<em>Finally!</em>