The encroaching creatures were warm with their fur, but the way they shifted and jostled, circling in close to sniff at her as well as the excited creature that she was tending to... it made Felicity shiver there upon the stone floor, well aware of the many eyes that were watching. Her stomach twisted, humiliated by this act where with the stallion she had been operating upon the instincts of terror and survival.<br/><br/>Her gorge rose as the dog's sex within its furred sheath twitched inside her hand, and she pricked back tears - glad, at least, that Owen was not here to see this as well as she gently squeezed and began a careful rhythm of tugging, unhappily coaxing that organ out of hiding.