Track him

The tracks were slim, but she decided she had a chance. Lowering to ground she shifted the roles of hunter and prey.

The attack came from behind, the huge creature pounced on her with its heavy paws, slamming her into the ground. Liandra lost grip of her sword, but her daggers were also very close. Their struggle was far from over.

The animal had deep red eyes, and a pristine white fur. He looked mangy and threatening, and displayed a sharp set of teeth as Liandra held his neck at bay, if only the blade of her knife was turned the other way around she would have the upper hand. But she didn't, and his mouth also steamed with cold. "Winter wolf" she muttered. Her panic gave her strength, and she was able to throw him off her.

His breath of wintery cold caught her surprised, and she felt her grip around her dagger hilt freeze. She tried to draw another, but once more the wolf tackled her, making her fall backwards in front of him. The winter wolf's forepaws pressed down on her shoulders, and his snout hovered inches from her face. He sniffed her, and growled. She let go of her new weapon.

The wolf started sniffing her face, and she could just imagine this horrible beast ravaging her body, breaking her will. She remembered Altima word´s and to her shame she found herself wondering how long until she was crawling on all fours, to suck this winter wolf´s cock. She pressed her eyes together, remembering each of Altima´s taunts...

The **** never came. "You are lone wolf too" His voice was still husky and manly, but it betrayed his age. He sounded so old. "Let me stay" Small ice crystals formed in his breath. For some reason Liandra felt both frustrated and terribly glad at the same time.