She froze as the wolf stared into her eyes and gave her a menacing growl, her eyes widening at the display. Anita winced again as she felt Syron push back up underneath her skirt. She attempts to close her legs together and force the wolf away from her, shivering all the while upon feeling the damp cold nose slide up against her entrance. Her hands gripped against the grassy ground as she whimpers softly. She still had a few things she could use in her belt pouch out of desperation, though now she was a bit too intimidated to try it.