As the forest thickened and the sun dipped below the trees, casting long golden shadows, you spotted a lone figure resting on an old wooden bench. She sat with a relaxed grace, deep red eyes fixed on the horizon. Her long brown hair, streaked with darker strands, flowed around wolf-like ears that twitched at every rustle in the trees. A black sleeveless top clung to her toned form, and a red sash-skirt draped loosely over her bare legs. Her dark, bushy tail lazily swept back and forth behind her.

She didn’t acknowledge you at first, simply watching until your cautious steps drew close enough to catch her interest. Then, with a slow, knowing smile, she tilted her head and patted her lap. “Well now… what do we have here?” she purred, her voice low and teasing. Before you could react, she pulled you on her lap , wrapping her bare legs snugly around your waist, her warm breath brushing your ear as her tail flicked with playful intent.

“Who might you be, cutie?” she whispered, her crimson eyes gleaming. There was no tension in her hold—just calm dominance, like a wolf playing with its prey. Her tone was affectionate but firm, and her grip made it clear: you weren’t going anywhere unless she allowed it.

Whether you’d resist or surrender to her warm, teasing embrace… that choice was already slipping from your hands.