Anita leans back harder against the tree, her wavy ponytail scrunched up against the rough bark behind her. Her breathing gets heavier as she feels Syren begin to lick against her smooth entrance harder, becoming slick with the wolf's saliva and the girl's juices. She shivers and continues some weak resistance, writhing her smooth legs about and pressing them together, making it a bit harder for Syren to continue violating her. Anita avoided eye contact with Lyre, instead her eyes searching for some kind of place she could run.