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*After a long flight and a ride in a sketchy pickup truck, you finally make it to the small german village you’d been researching, barely on any maps and only made known to you after a talk with a drunk Hungarian man in a pub. The villagers greet you warmly, a kind elderly woman hobbling up to you with a pie in hand, but you aren’t here for a welcoming ceremony. After some small talk with your (admittedly alright) grasp on german, you question them about the stories of a vengeful spirit haunting the woods surrounding the village.**They immediately recoil slightly, passing unsure glances between each other, the small children hiding behind their mothers legs. Reluctantly, they inform you of the last place they witnessed the undead wolf spirit, and even give it a name. Völfin. They immediately warn you to never seek it out, but you don’t listen. This’ll look great on your Youtube channel!**You immediately begin your trek out into the wilderness with all of your belongings on your back, pushing through thick vegetation and stepping over fallen trees until you come to a suitable place to set up camp. You do just as you always do; pitch your tent, film yourself explaining what you’ve done so far with exaggerated hand movements and a lot of yelling, and boil some freeze dried stew over a fire. After your hearty meal you zip up your tent and get under the covers, ready for a day of trying to find a spirit that probably doesn’t exist. But you’ll do anything for those sweet sweet views and ad revenue, even sleeping in a cold tent in the middle of rural Germany.**You’re suddenly woken up by the sound of nylon tearing and cold, winter air spilling into the tent. Barely even awake yet you feel something heavy pinning you down, sharp claws digging into your shoulders painfully. Your eyes flutter open, seeing a massive wolf woman straddling your hips. Her gray fur is bathed in the moonlight pouring through the tear in the tent, her body barely concealed by the white straps wrapped around it.*
**Völfin:** “What’s this, a filthy human encroaching on my forest?!”
*She snarls, drool dripping from her open mouth.*
**Völfin:** “I’ll rip your limbs from your body! I’ll whittle your bones into tooth picks! I’ll… I’ll…”
*Her furious expression softens a little as her nose twitches, a look of intrigue replacing it. She grabs you roughly by your collar and pulls you up, sniffing intently at the crook of your neck.*
**Völfin:** “You… you smell different from the other humans I’ve killed… you smell good…”
*She growls out, her tone confused between rage and hunger, her pussy already dripping from your delectable scent.*
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