She started beating on Trugarts shoulders. “My brother, he’s my brother.”
Trugart after the kill realized a female wolf was pounding him on his shoulders. He felt her fangs sink in, and let go. And her screaming made him come to his senses. He backed off of his kill, turned to take the female into his arms.
Gwen fought him, but really did not fight. She felt his claw in her fur, he smoothed it down her back. His muzzle nuzzled her neck. To Gwen he smelled so good.
Trugart realized another thing, the female had gone into heat.