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Waking the Wolf

Fenrir blinked at Alex and simply nodded, letting him slip away to fetch whatever he was off to fetch. While he was gone, she saw to personal needs behind some bushes, then paced a circular path into the grass where he'd left her. Her limbs were still a little stiff after so many years of being strung to a stake on a stone altar.

When he return, her nose was instantly sniffing at the strange smells of the items he had brought with him. She listened to him intently, then took the pro-offered stick of hot dogs. She sniffed at the meat links, then watched him with them. She mimicked his putting one into a bun, but then stuffed it in whole. It was gone in two seconds. "It's strange, but good," she commented as she breaded two more and tossed them in, one after the other. Funny how easily she looked like a giant black and silver Lassie at that moment, wolfing down franks like an ordinary dog too drunk on the smell of meat to do much chewing. She stuck a few more on her stick and set them over the fire to cook. A second or two later, an echoing belch, seemed to roll out from her toes. "Needs mead. That is if people even still know how to make it."
 
Alex tried his best not to laugh as she ate the hotdog. It didn't work. "You know, I've never met a girl that can do scary, sexy, and adorable inside of a couple minutes. You are most definitely the best archeological discovery anyone has ever made." Who wanted some dingy old ruins anyway? He got a cute wolf girl and as far as he was concerned, that was a hell of a lot better.

"We still make mead, don't know if it's as good as what you're used to. Probably isn't as good as that wine I used to wake you up." He said with a little laugh, still not quite understanding what he'd drunk. After a few moments of sitting beside of her his eyes trailed down her body a little bit. "About the professor, I think I should talk with him when he gets back, just long enough to get through the questions I can answer without him having to stumble over the dozens of historical questions he's probably going to want to ask you. You can wait in my tent till then." He suggested before adding in. "And afterwards, if you like, I'd be happy to share my sleeping bag with you, assuming what happened back in the cave wasn't just the wine." He said, shifting a little closer and putting his arm around her. "For one, you're the one with the fur coat and my jacket, and it's going to get damn cold once I'm away from the fire." He said, nuzzling her neck softly before adding in. "Or I might just be making excuses to stay with the most beautiful girl in this or any other century..."
 
She grinned at his show of amusement. Anyone could make a guy horney. Making a guy laugh was something else all together, and not always the easiest thing for her to accomplish either. "Well, to be honest, you make you namesake sound like a dried up old prune." For a moment it was all she could do to keep her paws to herself. The food became a welcomed distraction as she finished her hot dogs while listening to him talk.

Then he started getting cuddly, and she found herself debating over which she wanted more, the food or the touching. "Well, considering that wine wasn't even made in this world, I think we're pretty safe from it. As far as the mead goes, I love sampling newly pillaged fares." She finally put a stop to his rambling, though it was cute and endearing, by stuffing one end of the last hot dog in his mouth. She reveled in the sensation of wrapping him in her furry arms, cuddling him ever so gently to her as she leaned down to kiss him and nip the other half the hotdog for herself at the same time. She swallowed the morsel then said, "I will happily wait in your tent warming your blankets, Alexander." She led his name roll of her tongue with extra lilt in the nuances of its syllables, a heat shining in her eyes as she said his name like that. Like he was some greater conqueror that she was getting the honor to pleasure just by making love to his name, let alone warming his bed while he dealt with business.
 
Alex was glad to see that Fenrir wasn't mad at him for laughing. Both since it meant he was free to continue laughing at the adorable things she did, and because he didn't think he'd like it if she got angry. Professor Ward seemed to make a pretty good example of just what she could do. Well, that, and the fact that she could bring the entirety of the ruins he found her in down by herself. When she mentioned Alexander the Great again he shrugged before adding in. "If only everyone thought like you I might be getting research papers written about me instead." He said, feeling pretty stupid when he realized that he probably would. He was the man who found Fenrir afterall.

He had to ask her about that wine at some point, though he wasn't too worried about it, even if he probably should have been. When she stuffed the hotdog into his mouth he felt briefly insulted before she kissed him and stole half of it back. He chomped down on the bit that she'd given him before leaning up and softly returning her kiss. He lay back against her chest softly, enjoying the change from the cold night to her warm body against his bare flesh. When she told him that she'd wait for him he smiled, reaching up and guiding her head down so that he could kiss her a bit more deeply, his finger lightly teasing behind her ear before scratching a little bit. After he broke the kiss he noticed that several students had come out of the tree line and were now watching the display.

"I guess that means the professor is awake. My tent's the red one." He suddenly wondered if she was colorblind like an actual wolf and decided not to chance it, pointing out the tent that was his. "That one right there." Before she could leave he gave her a little pat on her bare ass and whispered into her ear, or as close as he could get while on the tips of his toes. "I promise I'll make up for the wait." He then turned back to his classmates and his professor who had just stepped out of the treeline as well. For a man in seriously cold whether wearing nothing but his jeans who had just copped a feel off a legitimately mythical ass infront of his classmates he felt pretty good. Hell, he felt like he could take on the world. And he'd start with the bit of it standing infront of him.
 
She clung to him gently, relaxing around his warm body that filled her nose with such a pleasant male scent as he kissed her back. She sighed into his kiss, loving the taste of him. Then he had that finger fondling her ear, and she melted around him a little more with a soft moan.

Fenrir blinked twice when he broke the kiss, then followed the path of his gaze to the students watching. She gave them a feral possessive glare that made it clear she had no intentions of sharing him with any of them. The low growl that started to rise from her throat at them turned into an odd sounding yip of surprise when his hand found her ass. The startled look on her face said she clearly hadn't been expecting that, but was pleased with it all the same.

She nodded to his comment, gave the students one more glare for good measure, then shed his coat to drape over him. Turning, she stalked away to vanish into his tent, not really caring what they did or didn't see of her in the dark of night. Inside his tent, she found his sleeping bag and curled up inside it to let her body heat warm it for him. Her nose dipped inside to inhale more of his scent that clung to the fabric. And also to her fur thanks to his coat and their earlier activities in the crypt. She drowsed contently drunk on that smell as she lay waiting for him to return. She had a lot to learn about this world, but surely she could get use to this. Guarding one man who smelled like heaven.
 
Alex could have gotten used to being held like this. Yes, the way she cuddled him made him feel a little like a stuffed animal but between her strong arms and the soft breasts pressed up against his back he was pretty sure he could learn to live with it. He noticed the possessive look and couldn't help but smile a little to himself. It reminded him of what happened if you got your hand too close to a dog's food. He liked knowing that he was the cause, and that, thankfully, none of the girls here were likely to challenge her for him. That would have ended very poorly indeed.

The startled look she gave him when he touched her ass was a bit of a surprise to him and he laughed a bit. "I take it men back in your time didn't have much of an appreciation for how cute your ass is..." He teased, realizing full well that as far as he could tell, men in the past didn't have an appreciation for just how wonderful she was period.

Alex caught a few of the guys following her back to his tent with their eyes and gave them a glare not unlike the one that the girls had received from Fenrir. "Anyone wants to try sneaking into my tent and I'm not going to be responsible for what happens to you. I will, however, be responsible for killing what's left of you afterward."

Professor Ward quickly stepped in before Alex got in a fight against about 5 other guys, quickly stating that no one was to go near the tent except for Alex. From that point on the professor and Alex sat by the fire, discussing how Alex had found her, what she'd told him, and just what Alex was going to do about her.

A little while later the tent flap was pulled open and Alex slipped inside. "Mr. Ward probably isn't going to get much sleep tonight. You wouldn't be able to imagine how excited he is about this whole thing." He said before climbing into the sleeping bag alongside of her. As his body pressed up against hers she could smell the tell tale scent of his arousal. He'd been hurrying through the conversation with his professor just to get back to her. His hands moved around her waist, holding her close as he leaned up and kissed her softly alongside her neck. "I know that we probably shouldn't be fooling around right now. I mean, the others are pretty much bound to hear us if we do, but I don't really care about that if you don't." He gave her a devilish grin as he spoke, perfectly fine keeping the camp away a while longer to have some more fun with his new lover.
 
Fenrir was nearly asleep by the time he returned. The only thing holding her back had been then lack of Alex, which her mind had some how already added as a part of her ordinary bedtime equation. She snuggled against him completely by reflex when he finally slipped into bed, however, the scent of his arousal had her opening her eyes to gaze at him with the return of a second wind.

"Who says we're fools?" she murmured softly to the words that had barely registered in her ears as she palmed the bulge in the crotch of his pants and gently massaged it. She traced the tendon in the side of his neck with an upward lap of her tongue before suckling at the tender flesh of his earlobe. Clearly her moves were slower, more romance driven than more. Her hands worked to remove his pants with patience while her own body heated up in response to a reneing arousal of her own. Her nipples grew hard against his chest an somewhere down there, her pussy was wet again. Still, she concentrated on playing into his pleasure, nuzzling and kissing him with soft, slow, sensual kisses of a sweeter nature. "Alex deserves reward for making his bitch feel so treasured," she told him, just as softly as she finally freed him of his pants and tossed them out of the sleeping bag.

"Your people can just get over themselves. They have too much modesty," she added as she roamed her paws over his body, one moving to gently stroke his penis. She let the soft down fur between the pads on her fingers caress his shaft and around the head before lightly brushing the tip with her callused thumb pad. Her tongue moved to slowly lap over the pecks of his chest, loving the salty taste of dried sweat that clung to his skin from their earlier activity. Her hand moved from his cock to massage at the muscles of his torso as she found herself hooked on the idea of slowly bathing him with her raspy tongue.

"Such a dirty boy. I fear I shall have to spend time on getting you clean again," she moaned softly into his skin as she turned him onto his stomach to massage and bath his shoulders, back, and ass, each with equal attention. His ass, she addressed by turning around to plunge head first into the sleeping back, her hips propped up over him on her knees. Her cunt was right there glistening before his eyes when she flipped him back over to begin the task of bathing and massaging his swollen package with extra attention to details. She moaned huskily at the first taste of his pre-cum coated head on her tongue. A shudder could tangibly be felt coursing along her spine from head to hips, tail, legs, and back again. Her pussy clenched and unclenched at the pleasure of it as she continued to lap at the tender flesh of his madhood. She was worshipping, plain and simple.
 
For a moment he felt bad about waking her. She almost looked like she was ready to go to sleep, which seemed kind of odd to him after how long she'd already been asleep for. Hell, if either of them had a reason to be sleepy it was Alex. He'd had a full days work before he broke into her crypt. Sooner or later he was bound to crash but the musky smell of a horny Fenrir was all it took to make sure he'd be up for a while.

He sighed a little when he realized that she was half asleep and groping him through his pants but smiled a bit as well. If she was prone to sleep walking he was starting to get the feeling it'd lead to sleep fucking. Then again, there were worse things he could wake up to than Fenrir drowsily toying with his cock. He reached up and gently squeezed her breasts, rubbing her nipples softly before leaning down and nuzzling against them a little bit, looking up at her with a little grin about the time she got his pants off. "It shouldn't be hard to make you feel treasured. I can't think of anything I'd value more highly than my favorite wolf." It was true. Fast cars, big houses, piles of cash, they didn't make good company, they wouldn't make him feel nearly as good about himself as she did constantly, and even if he used them to get other women, they wouldn't be Fenrir.

He'd be inclined to agree with her about humans and their modesty. When she began to stroke his cock he moaned softly against her breasts, arching his back a little as she began to use her pads. He softly set his hand on her shoulder as she moved down to run her tongue over his chest.

He wasn't quite sure what she meant when she suggested she was going to clean him, considering that any sort of human method would have made for a soapy wet bed no one would have wanted to sleep in. When she began to use her tongue he looked a little surprised but gave a pleased groan. He decided almost instantly that he liked her way of bathing better, not that a hot shower with Fenrir didn't sound damn appealing. When she got to his ass he jumped a bit, giving a surprised yip that sounded very similar to the one that she gave when he patted her ass earlier. It seemed turnabout was fair play.

When he noticed her pussy above him he leaned up a bit, stretching out his tongue to... bump against her stomach, apparently. He pouted for just a second before she flipped him over. "You know you could ask me to turn over." He growled. He couldn't have sounded more insincere. He did love the stuff she did and the way she didn't hesitate to do what she wanted with him.

His tongue went for her pussy almost before hers went for his cock. Of course, he hadn't had much, if any, practice at this but what he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. Of course, she had both experience and boundless enthusiasm on her side so he ended up in a losing battle, moaning loudly against her pussy as she worked her tongue so thoroughly over his dick. He reached up and squeezed her ass, softly kneading her perfect rear as he pulled down on her, just slightly, pressing his tongue deep into her pussy to probe her softly with his tongue.
 
Oh gods, the sensation of his mouth on her, let alone his hands on her ass and his tongue inside her, drove her crazy. She ended up groaning around the thick meat of his cock as he tasted her, explored her with that tongue. Whatever response she had to his words before that fled as her mind turned to mush. Her hips thrusted against his tongue all on their own. Sure, she may have done this position who knew how many times before, but with him it felt brand new some how. With him she was far more sensitive, responsive to his touch. Rolling her eyes back in bliss, she began fucking his dick with her mouth, always careful with her fangs. The tickle of her pussy filling with her heavily aroused juices had her moaning and thrusting in a slow savoring manner.

How easily this one man could bring her to her quivering knees. She wondered how long it would take him to realize his power on her simply by touch to her cunt.. or her ears. She didn't really care either way, she decided as she sent him a little deeper into her mouth, enjoying the sensation of the veins in his shaft pulsing against her tongue. She had to force herself to stop so that she wouldn't end it too soon for him. Yet, she couldn't move when his mouth was on her like that.
 
He shivered from the tips of his toes all the way up his spine when she groaned around his cock. The feeling of her hot mouth quivering around him was a hell of a sensation to get used to. He loved the taste of her juices and decided, in absence of any actual talent for this to work with that. His tongue began to probe for more, exploring every bit of her to lap up more of her juices. His tongue curled a bit in a way very similar to a dog drinking water as he pulled it back. Alex had heard that only some humans could flip their tongue or curl it up like that, apparently he could do both, he just hadn't had much of a reason to find out till now.

He moaned loudly, or at least it would have been loud if he wasn't pressed up against her pussy like he was. Her expert ministrations were enough to make him squirm beneath her as she bobbed her head along his shaft. His hips added to the equation a little bit, though he was scared to thrust too hard, he didn't want to accidentally choke her. The closer he got the harder he tried to keep up with her, which wasn't easy when her tongue was tracing every inch of him again and again while she fucked him with her mouth.
 
The lapping of his tongue had her whimpering in pleasure, until it curled to brush a hidden spot inside her. She came instantly around his tongue howling out a scream as a hard shock wave of pleasure ricochetted back and forth within her. When at last she could move, she rose to back up on unsteady limbs then slipped right-way up into the sleeping bag. She buried her nose against his neck as she panted for breath, then rolled him atop her.

"You win. I surrender," she said in between breaths as she brushed kisses across his face and neck. Her thighs parted to cradle his pelvis, while her hands fell to her sides. The abandon of control to him was obvious. Her eyes were dark with passion as she looked up at him, wondering what he would do with his prize.
 
When she came he found himself very quickly trying to gulp down her juices as quickly as possible, moaning against her pussy as he did. He ended up making a bit of a mess but still plunged his tongue back into her to get all that he had missed after she had finished. When she started to turn around he whimpered a bit, aching for her tongue to pick back up where it had left off.

When she rolled him over ontop of her he started to get the idea and gave her a little grin, leaning in and gently guiding her by her chin so that her lips met his on her last kiss. His hands traced her body slowly, stopping on her breasts for a moment before gliding over her hips to her rear. She could pretty much read his thoughts. His fingers were as good as a window into his mind. His grin grew a little bit and he quickly asked. "Aren't you supposed to present yourself when you surrender?" As he spoke he unzipped the sleeping bag. He shivered just a bit as the cool air of the tent hit him. It was pretty warm by now though so he wasn't that uncomfortable. He motioned for her to roll over onto her stomach and it was pretty clear that he wanted her on all fours. "I know you're tired but trust me, I'll make it worth holding on a little while longer." He whispered.
 
"Present?" she blinked in confusion before he explained. She thought she was horny before. She gasped and growled in an appreciative tone, a slightly feral look in her eyes as she assumed the position and lifted her tail as her ass curved up into the air. She didn't make a habit of acting all alley cat, but the wildness of what he wanted had her burning. She tossed him a sly look over her shoulder as she waited to be mounted.

"Wear me out if it pleases you. It is what the night is for. You work, then eat, get drunk, then fuck until you pass out. We just swapped some steps around today," she said with a wink.
 
He was glad she got the idea, and that she seemed to like it. "This is really getting you going isn't it?" He growled as his hands ran over her ass, slowly tracing up her sides and squeezing her tits. "I'll have to mount you like this more often then." He told her before his hands slid back to her hips and pulled back on them, just as he thrust forward, slamming more than half of his fat cock into her in one quick motion, and the rest quickly followed.

"If that's your nightly routine than the days are gonna be too long." He told her between soft groans, starting to thrust into her pussy as he leaned over her, his hips smacking against her ass softly with each thrust. His hands slid up her stomach to rub her breasts once more, only one of them got side tracked around her stomach, caressing her softly and tracing every muscle before diving lower, brushing over her clit while he fucked her.
 
She moaned at the caressing of his hands over her body that was suddenly so ablaze with sensitivity. "I may look semi human, and act semi human..." she was forced to pause to cry out in pleasure as she felt his dick plunge hard into her slick tunnel. She instinctively surged backward with her ass to help slide him to the hilt inside her. She grunted as her tight ass connected with his lean hips and his tip managed to nudge her cervix in a way that stole her breath. She joined and met the rhythm he set, before moaning out the rest of her words before she forgot them, "...but I am still a wolf bitch at the end of the day. Oh!"

His hands exploring her body as he fucked her hard and deep was maddening as it was. His fingers stroking her swollen clit was something else entirely. Her cries of pleasure became loud and wild, her eyes closing as her hips rocked back into him harder. She could feel him still swelling inside her. With each stroke, he filled her more completely. She wondered if it was just him or an effect of the wine, changing him to fit her, to fill her until she felt like a youngster in the height of her first fuck with his thick flesh throbbing into walls that seemed to grow tight and untried. Her ears drooped back as she rocked to grind back against him, enthralled with the feeling of that sweet hard pressure invading the depths of her pussy like only god might have managed. She added a small circular motion to her hips, seeing that his shaft rubbed against every pleasure point along the way to ramming her deepest point. Her internal muscles began squeezing at his dick as he rode her, caressing, massaging, torturing sweetly much like his fingers did to her clit to build the intensity of the electricity generating within them both. Words were long lost as her begging for more became feral growls rather than simple civilized sounds of carnal rapture.
 
Alex could get used to fucking her like this. The feel of her tight ass pressed right up against him and the way that her tail rubbed against his stomach each time she thrust back against him was wonderful. Still, he did love the feel of her strong legs wrapped around him. Decisions decisions... When she moaned the rest of what she was saying he had to agree with her. "Best damn wolf bitch on the planet." Admittedly, if he was in any state to think about it he would realize that that wasn't a hard contest to win.

When she thrust back against him harder he was surprised by the fact that he didn't find it quite so hard to keep up with her, his hips delivering an audible smack as they met hers. The wine had definitely filled out his slender form with a bit more muscle. At least enough to keep up with the great wolf, for now anyway. He noticed that she was starting to seem tighter but he attributed that to her tight slit rather than to himself. Afterall, the legendary Fenrir had had several mortal lifetimes to get very good at this indeed.

When she began to twist her hips he shuddered, a long moan working its way from his throat as he did. He didn't slow down for a second, rather he sped up. With each thrust her internal muscles worked him closer to the edge and his breath became shorter. His fingers now worked wildly over her clit, those growls of hers urging him onward.
 
She felt her body tense as that coveted edge drew near. His fingers worked magic with his cock, slamming her into a hard howling climax that had her hugging his pillow while her body shook in uncontrollable waves of ultimate bliss. She groaned as the shuddering drew out, wringing strength from her while leaving her head buzzing. Her cunt was surprisingly slightly sore as it squeezed a few last times across his shaft. She fell over to her right side to lay panting in a boneless puddle of conquered wolfess.

"I think I'm out of shape," she mumbled in a humorous tone. "Either that or I'm still drunk."
 
When she began to howl with pleasure he knew full well that the parts of his group that weren't even camping anywhere near them would hear, and he kind of liked the thought. As her pussy quivered around him he arched his back, crying out with a voice that still found itself drown out by her howls. She could feel warmth spreading through her as she was filled with his thick seed. There almost seemed to be even more than last time. When he pulled out of her their cum trickled down her thighs, making it clear just how full she was.

Alex looked down at his conquest for a moment before sliding down beside of her, cuddling up close to her and gently pulling the sleeping bag shut over them. He was too tired to fumble with zippers and he didn't care much anyway. She was warm as could be anyway. He leaned up and kissed her softly before nuzzling up against her neck and shutting his eyes. "I want to do this every night." He whispered before clarifying. "The cuddling up with a big strong wolf part. The whole fucking the hottest girl ever part is a given." It also wasn't something he just wanted to do at night. As he drifted off to sleep he was vaguely aware that after they'd quit fucking not all the moans had stopped. Looks like some of the others on the trip had decided to follow their example.
 
She was half awake as sighed an agreement to his words, turning over to hug him to her like a teddy bear under the warm blankets he'd buried them in. She was sound asleep within a minute after that, her body needing to recharge from all the active changes, not to mention the wine she'd been fed to return to consciousness in the first place after so many centuries of slumber in that crypt.

Morning found her cuddling her human and waking in the process of lapping at his warm skin with her tongue in the last vestages of whatever dream she could suddenly no longer remember. She blinked as awareness crept into her mind. His morning hard-on pressed against her stomach. Her hands were palming his ass. She broke away to give him a break from apparently being dry humped in his sleep to go wake herself up at the nearest cold stream. When she returned, she chose to lay outside in the grass to sun herself dry, careless of who watched. Scratch that, she growled at some student that dared to try to get too close with lustful eyes. The sudden clear threat of bodily harm changed that guy's mind, and apparently a few others. So she resumed her sunning until she was sufficently dry, at which point she began rummaging in the food supplies. She was surprised when she found the sweet white things Alex had displayed last night to be rather delicious. When had she developed a taste for sweets aside from honey? in seemingly the blink of an eye the marshmallows were gone and she was using her nose to search through his supplies for something else.
 
She wasn't the only one whose dreams had taken a turn for the lustful. He'd been nuzzling against her breasts as well as gently rubbing his cock up against the fur of her stomach while he slept. Of course, her breasts made a nicer pillow than the actual one so it was hard to blame him for it. When she left he stirred in his sleep a little bit, not seeming to enjoy the loss of his companion.

"Lady Fenrir?" The voice came from behind her while she was rummaging through the food. She could recognize it as the voice of the man she'd hit earlier, Alex's professor. Charles Ward kept a healthy distance from her, not wanting her to turn around with claws at the ready. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to put on some clothing if you're going to be staying with us. I got some of the girls to donate some clothing for you." He said, lifting up a small bag which contained the clothing. Since no one wore pants her size the options were limited to skirts and underwear that would fit her was non-existant among the group. Any top in there might have been a little tight as well, but it was the best they could do.

He continued before she answered. "I've also asked the students to stop bothering you but that'd be easier if you weren't rummaging through our food." He suggested before adding in. "If you let us, we're going to cook up some breakfast and then I'd like very much if you and I could have a talk about the time that you come from. I'm a historian and considered something of an expert on your time." He said before adding in with a little laugh. "And if you'd wake up Alex for me it'd save me banging on his tent. He'll sleep half the day away given the chance." Ward seemed a little overeager to pick her brain for facts about the time she lived in. Then again, it wasn't every day that someone got to meet someone from hundreds of years ago so she might be able to understand his excitement.
 
Fenrir shot a feral snarling glare at the older man who had pointed the weapon at her the other day. She thought him rather conceited to be making demands after daring to challenge her and losing.

"If you are an expert on my time, then you'll know how I take to people who lose a challenge then have the gall to try and order me about. If you had problems then you should have presented them to the man that bested me rather than making yourself look like an even bigger arse that you already are." She looked at the bag, pawed through it, examining the things they gave her with a snear of revolting disgust. "What happened to humans that they've grown so puny?"

She abandoned the bag, and picked up an extra fleece blanket that were so common these days. She used her claws to shread it into pieces which she then tied into a make shift halter top and tie-on skirt. She tossed a look at the professor to dare him to protest. Then she stormed off in a temper to head back to the crypt. She needed to maul something. She shooed out any person or creature left inside on her way in. Then she begin pulling at the support stones. Once the collapse was started she found she had to race to escape as it fell like a house of dominos. She felt the thrill of panic, adrenaline rush, true danger, and answered it with unleashed unbridled rage, rending apart the rocks that dared to try to block her escape. She emerged from the hole in the ground with a cloud of dust and debris flying out as the inside of the crypt fell into a great ruin. Sinking to a very canine pose on her hands and knees as she panted. She seemed to take an odd pleasure in the few nicks and scratches that leaked crimson into her salt and pepper fur. She rose to turn and survey her work and grinned seeing how no one would ever be able to enter that place again.

Turning back around, she knelt to shake off the dust, then stood again to take to the forest. The humans could have their food. She would revert to her usual fare. She followed scents until a dash through the bushes had her chasing after a young buck.

An hour later she traced the stream back to camp, still clothed in her now slightly tattered makeshift coverings, but damp from a second bath she had taken after she'd had her fill of venison, the remains of which had been buried. Her fur was once again clean and the scrapes left from her earlier temper tantrum inside the crypt were a deep pink but no longer bleeding. Her eyes were calmer, far more civilized, but her earlier display had taught anyone watching how easy she was to provoke. She had used her determination to destroy that ancient prison as a perfect display of exactly why she had gained the legends that had been written about her.

With a casual stride, she found the professor in the camp and said simply, "You had questions. Ask them." She took to a sturdy oak branch to recline across, looking for a moment more like a panther slung across the tree's arm with her legs, tail and one arm dangling while one arm cushioned her head as she looked down at the man. "My claws are occupied with a tree. Though, have a care to remember how quickly that can change. Do be careful in choosing your questions, scholar."

She was only half listening to him though. The other half of her mind was now searching out Alex, who had, no doubt, been rather unsettled by her loss of temper with his group yet again, let alone her episode of flirting with danger and the subsequent vanishing act afterward to cool her blood. For the first time in her life she found herself tasting guilt at her impulsive displays of anger, violence, and recklessness that held only marginal concern for others and none for herself. She hadn't had to think of her own survival for the sake of another before. Her ears drooped at the unpleasant taste of shame at having created a situation of avoidable worry on the part of her male. She refocused on the professor, her body language speaking of her relenting to his interrogation even when she said nothing direct on such an abrupt change in attitude. If Alex wanted her to try to get along with this guy, then she would have to try to control herself better.
 
He looked a little shocked at her response. For one, the part about Alex besting her. Alex couldn't have won against her in a fight, that much was obvious. Hell, even after the wine it'd be a toss up, one which he'd probably lose since he didn't exactly know his way around the new him. Which left only one way that could be interpreted. Admittedly though, she was right, hospitality wasn't always at a premium in her time. Perhaps he should have shot her a couple of times to get the point across. On the other hand, he'd have probably been kicked out of the historical community after Alex got done explaining just what had happened. And he was pretty sure that if he harmed Fenrir Alex would have made damn sure to ruin his life however possible.

When she returned to camp the professor started by calling out for someone to tell Alex she was back. He then looked back up at her. "Sorry, he's been looking all over for you. He was worried when you." He told her.

"As for my questions. The biggest one I have is what's the last major event your remember before you went to sleep. Preferably a major war or the death of some important figure. It'll help me get my bearings on when you're from. Also, what was that wine that Alex used to wake you up?" He was smart enough to get that it was probably something more than just normal alcohol, which also made him smart enough to worry about what his student drank last night.

It didn't take long into the questioning for Alex to come running up, giving Fenrir a stern look. Or at least he tried to, relief was written across his face like an open book. "If you're going to run off could you please tell someone where you are going, or check back in or something? I was worried..." It was about this point that she noticed his hands were fairly torn up and he was covered in dirt. Judging by where he'd come from he'd been at the crypt. It didn't take a genius to realize what happened either. He'd thought she managed to bury herself in the crypt when she destroyed it. He'd been trying to dig it back out incase she was down there. A small handful of students also followed him up, dirty as well, of course they stayed a healthy distance back from her. Apparently Alex had enlisted help to try to dig her out.
 
Fenrir thought about the professor's questions before giving him a guarded answer, "The last thing I remember was the filthy Romans marching in with their excuse of a religion as their biggest weapon in terrorizing the people far worse than any giant, elf, monster, or singular god had ever dared. As for the wine, just know that it is something that no mortal being should ever mess with. Most never even survive its spells to see what becomes of them as result, and those that do are never the same afterward. I'm sure that if you thought about it, you might eventually figure out what it was and where it came from if you're really that curious."

She then slid off the tree to walk up to Alex frowning at the impression he made, covered in grime and abrasions. She again tasted an emotion she was not familiar with, one she couldn't even put a name to as she tilted her head to one side, dropping her ears further. "You dug for me? Why would you do such a thing? Endanger yourself to find and bring me back. Why?"

It was clear from the look on her face that no one had ever treated her in such a manner before. She couldn't fathom why the young man would risk injury or worse to go after her. Sure, they'd had some wild sex, and something special had formed between them. And sure, she would have done the same thing, but she attributed that to her own possessiveness and wild emotion swings. She had heard of special sorts of relationships in the human world, and sometimes in the animal world as well, but she wasn't at all familiar with such a thing, herself. The concept was entirely baffling to her.

"Why would you worry for me? That's so... absurd," she said, though she was clearly not angry with him for it. She made this clear when she took one of his hands and began washing it with her tongue. She stopped only to tug him with her to the stream where she could tend to his injuries better with the water as well as the natural germ killing properties of her own tongue. She ignored the other students, unable to summon the ability to care much for strangers that meant nothing to her.
 
Judging by the region that she was in the entry of the Roman Empire into the playing field was actually an extremely good indication of the time that she was from. "Thank you, that's very helpful once we get you settled down I'd like to know all about the time that you came from." He told her, frowning suddenly as she told him about the wine. "Alex mentioned he drank a bit. You should tell him about that. I don't quite think he knows what he got into." The professor was obviously a little worried about his student at this point.

Alex bit his lip softly when she frowned, suddenly under the impression that he was in trouble. "Sorry... I just figured..." He began before groaning softly under his breath an looking up at her. "You're the great wolf Fenrir. A half ton of rock wouldn't kill you. I thought you might be trapped though..." He said before giving her a warm smile. "I found you and that makes me responsible for you. Plus, I really like having you around. I wasn't about to get buried down there myself and I did have the others to help me look for you." None of the others bothered to mention that they hadn't been looking half as hard as Alex hand but it was pretty clear when you considered that only one of them was that torn up.

He winced a little when her tongue ran over his scraped and bleeding hands but he kept quiet. He sighed as she drug him over to the stream. "Look, I'm fine. Really, I just cut my hands a little on some rough stone." He told her, pouting a little bit as she continued to clean him up regardless of what he wanted. After a little bit the professor came up to them and handed her a medical kit. Well, he held it out to her, then he opened it up so she could actually see that it had bandages and the like inside of it. "I'm glad we got a chance to talk. I trust my pupil is in the best of hands. Do remember what I talked with you about though." He told her, giving her a little look that made it clear he expected her to tell Alex about the wine. He didn't take long to walk off and leave the two of them alone so Fenrir could tend to Alex's wounds, minor though they were.
 
Fenrir nodded to the professor just so that he would be happy enough to return to his prior engagements. She blinked at the first aid kit, not understanding what half of it was. "These things from your time continually confound me," she mumbled to Alex.

Finally, she sighed and looked up straight into his eyes. "I'm not upset with you. I'm just.. surprised. I don't know how much about me you know, but the truth of the matter is that while I had the respect of many in battle, the only two people to ever care to fight for my welfare were my parents. As you could see, all the power they had didn't get them very far in that fight. Part of me is scared to let someone else try to get close to me, while another part is awed that you would dare to care that much in the first place. I'm not use to... thinking about repercussions of my actions. I'm the one who should be sorry, not you. I was one who pulled a childish temper tantrum just because one old man pissed me off."

She brought his palm to her cheek, turning the side of her face into his hand. He could feel one of the many still fresh nicks from said tantrum through her fur. A few on her face, a couple on her nose, the edges of her ears, as well as here and there elsewhere. Her arms made their way around him and her head dipped to nuzzle into his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder as she breathed in the smell of him. "You're so reckless... picking such a mentally unstable person as me. Then again, you might be the only person able to change that about me simply because you dare with your soul. You're so much stronger than anyone gives you credit, including yourself."

She thought about the wine and how well he had handled it. Had he simply been lucky? Had he been secretly blessed by her mother? Or had his own destiny merely constructed him of the right blood mixture to handle the brew? She agreed that it was something she would have to voice to Alex. Though perhaps, not when they were so emotionally whacked. The news of the changes that could be brought by the wine was a bombshell in of itself. It wasn't every day that an ordinary human woke up, unaware that they were becoming something immortal and worthy of their own temple for the potential of power they held. She would have to be careful how she broke it to him and keep an eye on him for his sake as well as the sake of others.
 
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