POV: Kat

It had been a tiring but good day overall for Kat. A few kills under her belt and a lot of talking with Ann and Bren, she felt their little group growing a bit closer. It was still awkward trying to get to know Ann since she was a blank slate, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t without personality. She was also pretty good for a first time fighter.

The scrap with the Twinwolves had been fairly expected. They were all over the place in this area and she was mildly surprised they’d only ran into one pack so far. She’d purposefully let the two around her flanks to see how Ann would react to them. She was sloppy, but did her job and kept Bren safe despite being outnumbered. Kat liked the commitment she saw in the woman and mulled over her feelings as she stared into the fire.

“She’s been gone for a while, no?” she muttered to Bren.

“Yes, rather long. I wonder if she has run into trouble.”

“Eh, unlikely. We’d hear it if she did. Doubt she went far.” A restlessness stirred in Kat. Despite knowing that her new companion was likely safe, she didn’t want to take chances. “Might be that time o’ the moon fer her. I’mma go check on ‘er, aight?”

“All right, call me if you need me.” Bren waved in his dismissive way that seemed rude, but she knew was just confidence that she’d be fine.

With that, she turned and followed the furrows in the snow where Ann had walked. As she did, slowly and carefully, her mind wandered to other things. Things she’d seen of the woman earlier that day. A heat rose in her cheeks as she remembered the massive member so proudly displayed when she’d peeked in on Ann. Gods, it was thick. Something about it excited her in a way that was hard to explain. She’d not really focused on that kind of desire in a long while. Oh, she’d had her flings over the years with various boys and girls, but it was always a lighthearted jaunt of passion. Something about the sight she’d seen had been different, and she couldn’t quite put words to it. Maybe it was the strange perfection Ann seemed to possess, or the rarity of her biology, both below the skirt and not, that intrigued her? Kat’s heart rate slowly rose as she stalked quietly through the dark.

Suddenly, she heard a gasp and froze. Soon it was followed by a low, lustful moan from her left.

“Oh, Gods, she’s doin’ it again,” Kat realized. Her body subconsciously lowered itself and approached the sounds as a silent predator would.

[A smut scene here of Kat watching Ann masturbate. If you would like full details, please head over to the Scribblehub version of this story. Thank you!]

A quick snow-bath later, and re-clothed, she began following Ann’s trail again, quickly hearing footsteps approaching her.

“Oh! Hi, uh, miss me?” Annita greeted her flirtatiously in her cute, awkward way. It was simply disarming how much Kat enjoyed how the woman stumbled over her words now and then.

“Aye, sure did,” she grinned. “Ye were gone fer so long, Bren and I got worried. Mostly Bren, but he’d never tell ye.” She shuffled slightly, awkwardly. She found it hard to make conversation after what she’d seen, but desperately needed to hide it. “So, ye all right? Anythin’ happenin’ out there?”

An appreciative smile lit up Ann’s face, showing off her sharp teeth, which glinted in the moonlight. Kat had been alarmed at the first time she’d seen the chompers, and rightfully so, she’d found as she watched Ann rip the throats of the Twinwolf out. Now though? She knew they meant no harm to her or hers, so they were just another interesting feature of her new friend. A stray thought about what those would feel like scraping up her thighs, warm kisses trailing the sharp points, sent shivers down her spine.

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“Nope, nothing much. Just took some time to myself, is all. It’s been a long day. I killed something for the first time, I remember. Met you and Bren, and just… yeah, it’s been a fucking day.”

Kat had noticed Ann didn’t swear as much as she did, almost keeping the civility she expected of Bren, but she’d heard it twice now. First during the fight with the pack earlier, and now. Something to figure out, Kat determined.

“Ye all right? Wanna talk about any o’ it?” Kat offered.

“Could we? I just, I don’t know. I need to process some of this.” Ann looked down at her with eyes full of trepidation. How could she say no?

“Aye, let me clear off that log o’er there.” Kat led her over to a fallen tree and brushed the old bark as clear as she could get it. She patted a spot next to her and took her own seat. Ann sat gratefully, the old wood creaking under her weight through the silent woods, her tail swishing through the freshly disturbed snow nervously.

“I’m here,” she prompted Ann a bit.

“Yeah, thanks. I just, give me a second,” she withdrew and looked up into the barren branches above them. The stars twinkled through as Kat joined her gaze. The vast heavens weren’t something she contemplated much, but on a clear night like this, they were on full display.

“I guess the biggest part for me is the killing part,” Ann started softly as she continued to stare upwards. “It was terrifying, fighting for my life. The blood rushing in my ears, the pain in my body from the bites, the feeling of my claws sinking into flesh, scraping against bone. I just, shit, and the scarier part is it felt kinda good once it was all over. The rush of getting out on top. Having lived while my opponent died. It was amazing and terrible at the same time. Am I making sense here?” Her tail began to swish agitatedly as she looked over at Kat.

Kat took a minute to think about her response. She didn’t want to scare Ann away, but also didn’t want to hold back on what she thought about the woman and what she suspected her future held. Kat had been fighting for nigh on a decade now. Kat was used to the thrill of combat and the elation of victory brought her. She was also familiar with the fear and confusion that a particularly close fight brought her. She needed to tread this conversation carefully.

“Ye are makin’ sense,” she started slowly. “It’s not wrong to have been scared o’ that fight. Ye were outnumbered an’ had no experience or trainin’ to bolster ye. Fer what it’s worth, I stand by my earlier comment that ye did fantastic considerin’ the circumstances,” she put a comforting hand on Ann’s shoulder. “And nae, not a bad thing to be scared o’ the excitement o’ havin’ the capability o’ killin’. Even when the rush takes ye over, makes it feel exhilaratin’, it’s a life ye took,” she tightened her grip on Ann’s shoulder as she saw the other woman shake a little, tears welling behind those big beautiful eyes. Kat’s heart clenched at the sight.

“That bein’ said, remember that the Warped aren’t anythin’ worth pityin’. We’ve had hundreds o’ years researchin’ their kind, and without fail, madness has been their common factor. They’re broken creatures of body an’ mind. Some believe they be in constant pain and killin’ ‘em is a mercy. Besides those I’ve lost to ‘em and the, frankly, hard resentment I hold toward their kind, it’s another layer that lets me fight ‘em without reserve. Aye, though, I can understand ye not havin’ any memories of any o’ yer life havin’ to struggle with this.”

Kat sighed and let her hand fall to her side as she returned to staring up at the sky. She sat there, still and waiting. Hoping her words had the desired effect. It was a long few minutes Ann spent in silence, contemplating Kat’s words.

Kat nearly jumped as she felt Ann’s hand slide over hers and squeeze gently. “Yeah, that makes sense, I guess. I think it’s going to take some time to get used to.”

“Aye, and if yer life is anythin’ like I suspect it’s gonna be, lookin’ at yer Path, it’s gonna be something ye’ll need to be comfortable with. But hey,” she turned her hand and squeezed Ann’s back, “I’m here for ye. ‘Kay? Ye need to talk, shoulder to lean on? I’m here. Bren, most likely too, but that’s up to ye,” she offered a wry grin.

“Thanks.” Ann took a deep, shaky breath, letting it out slowly. Kat was familiar with that breath. Steadying herself. “I think I feel better now. Or at least mostly. Can we head back?”

“Aye, we can. C’mon ye giant wolf lass,” Kat chuckled as she got up off the log and offered her hand. Her grin became a warm smile as Ann took it and followed her back to camp. She was absolutely giddy when Ann didn’t let it go until they saw the orange glow flickering through the dark trunks of the trees.