Anita lets out a cry as she lands on the ground, tripped by Lyre. She would sit up in time to watch Lyre take the lit lantern away and set it to the side, and then turning her gaze over to Syron. Anita gasps and winces as she feels the wolf press up underneath her skirt and up against her smooth moist entrance, causing Anita to frantically crawl backwards away from Syron. She would try to situate herself up against a tree, that way Lyre wouldn't get behind her again, though she still needed to come up with a solution for Syron.