The mother dryad turned to regard Tehr with a smile at his words, bowing her head a bit in the bark, parting her bark-covered lips in a calm voice as she spoke relaxedly. "You are both welcome back, together or alone." Tera was still trying to dodge the satyr, but neither seemed too rushed. Finally Tera realized Tehr was already dressed, dropping the branch and moving towards him. The satyr gave her breast a soft squeeze and a slap to her ass, making the elf jump and yelp, but the satyr just laughed shooed away by a wide hand slap against its cheek, seeming to take it too like a game.<br/><br/>A bit blushed the elf walked over to Tehr's side gathering her clothes and looking at him and the dryad, listening a bit. She moved to get on the horse's back with Tehr quietly there, to leave the scene. Once they'd reach as far as the mountain lion's hide though she dismounted long enough to dress once more. Up until then, her perky bottom had rubbed up against him in the saddle quite well, but she had remained fairly quiet, just looking at him with a smile now and then.<br/><br/>Once they were on the way towards the city though, the lion along, Blondie looking burdened but not to the point of really complaining out loud, they came along a street soon enough where Tera raised her hand. "There's a slaughterhouse a bit from her, and a butcher's store near that sells fine venison and sausages. We should be able to get meat cut from the skin there." Her smile was a sweet one, albeit a bit predatory, seemingly proud of their catch.<br/><br/>However, on approaching the slaughterhouse, they were greeted by a weird sight.<br/><br/><em>Dwarven woman</em>with a large bust, to the point of overflowing the leather apron she wore, rushing out from the slaughterhouse as something savage was trashing the place by the sounds of it. The woman's hair was gathered up under a white cap securely, but her apron was bloody, her hands covered by thick gloves, her boots hugging her legs well. The tight leather pants she wore also accentuated her ass, showing its firm, gorgeous cheeks shamelessly.<br/><br/>For a short woman she was curved to the point of almost seeming plump. Mature, richly curvy woman.