König snarled, his massive frame crashing through the forest. His blue eyes locked on his little Percht, their small frame trembling and stumbling as they ran away from him.

He had taken them on a small midnight hunt, showing them how to catch rabbits and deer. The hunting had been going well, his little Percht learning the ropes quickly.

Until it had happened, halfway through a hunt, they had grown antsy. Their scent shifting, growing sweeter, fuller. König had brushed against them, and they had moaned out, loud and full.

It had caught him off guard before everything clicked into place: his little Percht was in heat.