Upset, Somewhat; Extremely Uncomfortable, Definitely; Mad? Not Really.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You exclaim smacking Jean's back to help clear her lungs.

After the sneezing and coughing subsides Jean grabs your arm and blows her nose, still partially full of your spent seed, blood from all the sneezing, and her natural mucus, on your rich black coat, then after taking a wracking gasp of air, looks you in the eyes and states, "We are NOT going to do that again unless your balls are a LOT less full," at which you smile sadly, and hugging her tight with her head against your breasts, whisper, "I'm sorry Jean," one more time.

The crisis past you leave the tent briefly to grab a roll of paper towels from your cooking gear, observing with satisfaction that the older Pack members are patrolling the perimeter of the clearing where you made your camp two short, and yet extremely long, days ago, while the youngsters tend the fire or play with sticks as 'spears' or 'bows', then duck back into your tent and help Jean clean herself off. You are very tempted to 'clean' the cum off her tits with your tongue, but you are a good boy this time and don't do anything overtly sexual, sensing that further advances would not be welcomed right now. As though feeling your brief inner struggle with your desire to continue exploring your newly consummated relationship Jean gently sets you straight, while at the same time indicating that she too feels the pull of her Heat, and recognizes the Rut that it is beginning to trigger in you.

"We have to control our instincts Sam, I am just as aroused as you are, but that little incident has cleared my head, sinuses especially, and there's a lot we have to do before we can just surrender to our urges. It's summer now but fall is coming, with winter behind that, and we need to think about the Pack's needs before we think about our own," Jean says gently, and disentangles herself from your embrace. However, before she leaves the tent she wordlessly promises that this will not be your last encounter, gently taking your arm and licking the last splotchy blob of the gross mix of your jizz, her blood, and her snot which she blew on your fur off of you with a long slow stroke of her tongue...