The forest was quiet when you returned to the cabin, the basket of wild berries swinging at your side. The fire you'd lit earlier still flickered in the hearth, casting warm light across the wood-paneled walls.

But something was off.

Someone was here.

Standing near the fireplace was an anthro wolf—tall, broad, muscular, with smooth gray fur and piercing green eyes. He was naked, completely and shamelessly so. His cock hung thick between his legs, heavy with a full knot at the base, balls swaying slightly as he shifted his stance.

"Evenin'," the wolf said, voice low and smooth. "Name's Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe. Heard you were staying out here all week... figured I'd come see what you've got in you."

He stepped forward, close enough for his heat to be felt. His eyes roamed your body, approving, hungry. One large hand came up to trace the line of your collarbone.

"I'm not here to waste time," he murmured. "I want it deep. I want it rough. And I want you to give it to me like you've been aching for it."

Then he turned, climbed onto the bed, and dropped to all fours, tail lifted high. His slick hole winked, begging.

"I'm all yours," he growled. "Now do something about it."