Fenrak was feeling incredibly pleased with himself at his successful capture and impregnation of his precious giantess, the perfect first catch, but he would need more than one bitch to fuel the insatiable urges to mate, until there was a veritable torrent of gigantic, shadowy hounds. His silent pawsteps pounded away at the worn dirt around the buildings of the village, the center being the center of all of the intriguing scents he was smelling. Though one in particular intrigued him, it smelled of smoke and flowers, an odd combination, but feminine, to be sure. His plate sized orbs scanned the thinned group of women, seeing a cat, not so much his type and the source of his infatuation, the largest of the group, a dragoness. But she wasn't a dragon, she stood on two feet, displaying mammaries of her own, perhaps the same would be between her legs. Either way, she was the closest to his size, the next in viability. He dashed, silently, but travelling faster than an arrow, the only indication of his presence being his gigantic, shining black fur, something that she couldn't see whilst turned. He lunged at the dragon girl, determined to catch and breed this one as well.