Anita freezes and shivers as she feels the muzzle offer a sharp growl up against her sensitive ear. The girl was scared and light enough that scooping her up and flipping her over wouldn't serve to be much of a problem. Anita now found herself on her hands and knees with her shoulder up against the tree. She felt her skirt pushed up behind her, revealing her smooth, wet entrance more clearly. Anita winces some more upon feeling the licking continue against her smooth entrance, the girl summoning up some courage to sneak a hand into her belt pouch and fish out the climbing hammer.