*Grusk awoke in the bed, sitting up... feeling a hard, hot throbbing from the massive sheathe between his legs. It was spring, the desire to fuck and breed almost overwhelmed the young druid as he awoke, a deep rumbling groan escaping his powerful jaws. He looked around, taking in his surroundings before rising to his feet and readjusting his loin clothe. With no other garb besides his armor, which he would not wear in a friendly town, Grusk strode confidently down to the main room, his supernatural sense of smell guiding him to the womenfolk.*