Never gonna tame me

It was the first thing to trigger a response in the female. A tingling sensation struck her nose like a brick wall crashing down upon her. It reeked of another female, and it was drawing closer at a fast pace. The smell stung her nostrils and made the top of her mouth dry, it was an all to familiar smell at that. Something with an underlying hormonal imbalance to it that made her growl under her breath. Those lush locks of fur upon her head being shaken slightly to try to rid herself of the foul smell of pregnancy it was in that moment that she had placed the underlying reeking sensation that invaded her senses into perspective. She had smelt it many times before back at her home pack, her own mother having become pregnant a few times along with other women and each time a puppy came near her she backed away as if it was diseased. She could still remember her mother laughing and saying that obviously she was not the nurturing motherly type.

It was in many ways a blessing for her when she had just turned two years old and went into her first breeding season. She had freshly wandered away from her pack to find her own way in life when she was attacked by a male and forced into 'submission' while he did what she wanted. She could still remember the dread she felt when she realized what had happened, the girl was not na?ve her mother and father gave her 'that' talk after all, and she had resigned herself to just abandoning the wretched things where she had them if she had gotten pregnant. Oh, how she felt it was a blessing from the gods when she never did turn up pregnant, and no signs of life squirmed or wriggled within her. It was a joyous feeling to realize that she wasn't pregnant. She could still remember each day that she kept praying that the gods would make her sterile. Thus far it was working and she was happy.

However, when the pregnant wench came into view the girls eyes got huge. It was a sight that was not appealing to her eyes. The thing was ugly, or so she believed, marred with imperfection at every turn! Those hideous red eyes ringed with black like a bandit and not wave to her fur?! How could the gods let such an atrocity show it's self to her? The look upon her face was not one of aw or amazement but instead of complete repulsiveness. Stepping back slightly, she was looked at the larger lady and wrinkled her nose a bit as if she had caught scent of a hideously decaying animal. "I am appalled the gods have sent someone such as yourself to greet me....However, I suppose I will take what I can get, even if I had hopes of leaving here without notice..." Those eyes burning over the pregnant wenches frame briefly, before shaking her head slightly. She was not a fighter and never would be, so the worst she could do is resign herself to this 'thing' and monstrosity of nature before her correct?