six months later...

Liandra´s toy was merely the first, in the following weeks she increased her collection widely. She let her imagination flow, and even if she tried to keep the general shape in mind, she allowed the roots that were naturally longer or thicker to retain their virtue. She loved to experiment, but her heart always fluttered back to her first cock shaped dildo.

Months passed, and the seasons turned. Autumn was hard work, for Snow alerted her she wouldn't be able to find much game come winter; it was hard work and the occasional leisure time to take care of her libido. The pair was able to bring down good game. Winter was very cold, and Liandra spent most of it absorbing the many tales and lessons the old Winter Wolf had to offer. She eventually convinced him to share her bed, even if not in a carnal way. "hmm, Snow... your cock feels so good in me" she would whisper as she laid next to him, and lazily slid her purple toy in and out of her young pussy.

It was late winter, shortly after dawn, that she woke to Snow´s growl. "hmm?" her instincts took over, and even before she opened her eyes she reached for her dagger. She was surprised when she felt a wolf´s jaw held her arm.

"Snow? what are you doing?" the wolf pinned her to the ground, one of its paws crushing her breast. She cried in pain, and only felt him ease once she let go of her dagger.

"Snow... it is me" she whimpered. He still growled, but she saw doubt in his predator eyes. his snout sniffed her, her hair, her breasts, and even between her legs... "w-what is wrong? it is me, Liandra". The Winter Wolf only began to accept the possibility when he found the purple toy resting between her legs, discarded after 'cuddling' Liandra to sleep.

"You aren't Liandra. You don't smell like her, you don't look like her. Who are you?" His husky voice was hostile, and she noted a tint of anger, and despair.

And that was when Liandra noticed that indeed her body didn't look the same! Or it did, what it didn't look like was Altima´s. She had once more her lithe frame, her perky breasts, her aristocratic soft skin.