Anita lets out a surprised cry as she feels the wolf up above take a bit of his weight off of her hands momentarily, feeling herself slip down a bit before she was caught underneath his paws again. This managed to get her to stop struggling for a moment, meanwhile still squirming as she feels Syron press his nose against her smooth mound. She winced as she felt the cold moist nose against her, shivering as she receives the tasting licks. "H..Hey! S..Stop that!" She cries out, twisting her body left and right as she continues to dangle. She tries to get her boots dug in to the rock wall, though even then she still had the problem of the wolf up above keeping her hands pinned down to the ground. Meanwhile the smooth texture of Anita's entrance is a pleasurable feeling against Syron's tongue, and he would find the girl would soon become slightly moist from the attention as well as his saliva.