"I Know You Can Smell My Condition..."

"I know you can smell my condition," Jean begins, sideling up to you and pinching your ass with two fingers, which makes you jump. "Now that you are the alpha male of our pack you need to seal our alliance by consumating our union," She says in a husky voice charged full to bursting with a burning sexual NEED.

You are not sure quite how to respond to this: on the one hand you have hunted, stalked and challenged Jean ever since she bit and transformed you into the Half-Female-Half-Wolf abomination that you have become, (and are growing used to being with unnatural rapidity), specifically to reach this point, where you could claim the Bitch who bit you as your own, but on the other you just gave an order, the Pack is to march to your camp before lunch: and only you and Jean know the way...