[ she casually rips the last of the tights off w’s legs. as sleek the look is, she’d prefer to lick at bare skin, to bite there, to sink her teeth into a thigh or calf as if a predator who’d just brought down a kill. well not quite when w’s not quite dead yet but, how nice the idea is, if she really had a weapon she could sink into guts or organs or… honestly, the way she flexes her claws might betray how tempting the idea is to just use bare teeth and claws. a whole body can be a weapon, whereas w can manifest them.

but she can’t kill a playmate this fun just yet. ]

Ooh, scary. I see someone likes and wants to keep my tongue that badly! [ she extends the length of it to draw a long wet line up w’s thigh towards her cunt—it’s long, canine, obscene and she knows and uses it in the worst way. and, she’s never actually tasted sarkaz pussy. maybe she usually goes for dark haired lupo girls, even as hook-ups.

but she likes trying new meals. she moves to shove w bodily against the wall, still on the ground but just to brace her as she slaps a handful of w’s ass hard, punctuating those claw marks there. ] Don’t rush me while I’m eating, figa. I’m a Siracusan, I like to savor my food. [ just foodie hobo wolf things.

her mouth dips down to neatly bite the black thong off w, clenching it in her teeth so she could just taste the juices from the fabric before she tosses it aside. and now she can spread her pussy nice and open between her black clawed fingers. wetting her lips with her lupine tongue before it goes to lick roughly at w’s clit, lapping there hot and eager before slithering down to enter her proper. inch by inch into her cunt. ]