Fight her!

You howled back to challenge this strange werewolf and her fiery power. She wasted no time and released a breath of fire your way. You dodged to the side, landing on the side of a tree then pouncing towards her, aiming to wrestle her down to the ground. Your pounce connected but she didn't topple over. Instead, she only budged before she spun around then threw you into a tree.

You couldn't balance yourself midair in time and your back roughly against the bark. You also felt the claw marks on your shoulders that began burning up. Oh no, you could feel this type of warmth slowly making you go into heat! In that state, you'd be eager to take it no matter what and you severely doubted she was the type to bend over.

Shit, another fire ball, no, a barrage of them. You bolted out of the way on all fours, dodging all them before they could connect. You turned your head and saw her charge right at you, her bigger frame looking to put you down and plow your fields. Rather then try what she did, you leaped over head and landed on her back. She didn't go down but you could hear the discomfort in her voice from having you on top of her.

You kicked yourself off her back before she fully stopped and removed you herself which made her topple over. She rolled back to her feat though and only seemed mildly annoyed. She swiftly retaliated with another flame breath attack but again you leaped out of the way. Deciding to play a little dirty, you took some dirt from the ground and threw it at her face. At the very least, it made her knock off that annoying fire breath to swat the dirt ball away.

As much as you would be loathe to admit it, this wolf whatever - she - was was tough. This wasn't a fair fight and you needed your cunning to put her down and show her who's boss.

You glowered at her, baring your fangs and letting her you know you were far from done, raging whore-mones incoming or not. She barked at you, unaffected by your threat display. You stepped forward with your claws flexing, antsy to get into the thick of it with this beauty, and she stepped... backwards? Was she retreating? After only that much?

Wait, she was disappearing! But how!? As she stepped back, more of her faded into the shadows of the trees. You rushed over to her position and thrashed you claws, looking to land a blow on something. "Ha... haha... hahahaha!" Was, was she laughing in sadistic pleasure? Werewolves could definitely be sadistic but since when did we ever laugh?

"Come... come!" You heard that voice, her voice, trying to lead you somewhere, goading you.