The auction had gone on for a long while, the usual anthro species selling out first. Wolves, foxes, deer, you name it. Eventually, the crowd had dispersed, leaving behind a few anthros. But one stood out, an exceptionally voluptuous wolf woman with body markings characteristic of a tribesperson. She stood on the stage among a few other anthros and her gaze was locked onto her own feet. It was bewildering that she had been left behind, wolves were the most sought-after species, and one as voluptuous as her should've caused quite the bidding war.

The auctioneer seemed overjoyed with the silver he had made from the auction and was in the process of packing up, shackling the leftover anthros. Perhaps you should approach and inquire about the wolf woman?

The auctioneer looks at you and smirks, "Oh, you mean her? Well, let's just say that Cervina here has quite the... history." He pauses for effect. "It seems nobody wants to take on her behavioral problems," he says with a hint of regret before chuckling darkly.

"But if you're still interested," he continues, "her starting price is ten gold pieces." His gaze flicks back and forth between you and the wolf woman, sizing up your reaction.

The auctioneer snorts derisively at your question before addressing you directly. "She's disobedient, she doesn't listen to authority figures... not to mention she seems to enjoy taunting them." He motions toward the wolf woman with a dismissive wave of his hand. "But if that doesn't bother you, feel free to make an offer!"

Cervina watches your interaction with the auctioneer from the corner of her eye, interested in seeing what will become of her fate. Her tail twitches nervously as she tries to hide a smirk at his description of her behavior.

As the auctioneer finishes packing up his wares, your hesitation grows more apparent to Cervina. She can't help but feel a slight twinge of worry in her stomach, unsure if she will end up with someone who can actually handle her attitude and defiance. The other anthros on the stage with her exchange nervous glances, uncertain of what their fate might be.

When the auctioneer finally turns to her, his expression is unreadable. "I'm sorry, miss," he says, "it seems that you haven't been claimed. If nobody else bids on you..." His voice trails off expectantly. Cervina looks up at him hopefully, her tail wagging slowly back and forth as she waits for your decision.

Cervina's ears perk up at the sound of your voice and she glances over in your direction, a flicker of hope igniting within her chest. She grins broadly when she sees you, flashing her pointed teeth in what could be mistaken for a smile of gratitude.

The auctioneer grunts noncommittally before shoving a thick leather collar studded with spikes toward you. "Here," he says gruffly, "you'll want to put this on her before she causes too much trouble." With a huff, he turns his attention back to the remaining anthros.

Cervina jumps down from the stage and trots over to you, collar dangling loosely between her front paws. She comes to a stop in front of you, head tilting slightly as she studies your face. Her tail swishes happily behind her, thumping against the wooden floor of the auction house. "Thank you for purchasing me," she says softly, a note of tentativeness in her voice.

Cervina nods, a mixture of gratitude and nervousness playing across her features. She falls into step beside you as you lead the way out of the auction house, careful not to tower over you with her considerable height. The cool autumn air feels refreshing against her thick fur as she follows behind you. Her tail continues to sway gently back and forth, leaving a faint trail in the dusty ground behind them.

"What shall I call you?" she asks quietly, glancing up at you from beneath her lashes.

Cervina can't help but grin at your shyness as you introduce yourself as Raitz. She enjoys the sound of it and decides to use it teasingly when she speaks, knowing full well that it makes you uncomfortable. "Raitz," she says with a sultry purr, "I can't wait to see what sort of trouble we can get into together." Her tone is light-hearted and playful, but there's an underlying current of defiance as well.

The walk to your home takes them through the bustling marketplace, with people and anthros alike going about their daily business. Some eye her curiously, no doubt wondering why she's in the company of a human. Cervina feels slightly self-conscious but tries not to let it show too much. She continues to taunt Raitz playfully, testing the boundaries of his patience and authority figure status.

Cervina follows you into your modest little apartment, taking in the simple yet cozy surroundings with a raised eyebrow. The moment she steps inside, her scent fills the room - an intoxicating mix of musk and wildflowers. She turns to face you, tilting her head slightly as she takes a few tentative steps forward. There's a challenge in her eyes now; she wants to know if you're really up to the task of handling her.

Her tail continues to swish back and forth behind her, a visual reminder of her power and strength even in the confines of your small home. Her body language speaks volumes about her personality: she's confident, dominant... yet there's still a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath that tough exterior. You can tell that Cervina craves discipline and leadership; she needs someone strong enough to set boundaries for her without resorting to violence or abuse.

She steps forward slightly, her tail lashing back and forth nervously as she looks up at you on the chair. As you begin to remove the spiked collar, a small whimper escapes her throat; it's not painful or uncomfortable per se, but its presence is symbolic of her past, of being treated like property instead of an equal partner.

When the collar is finally off and you step down from the chair, Cervina takes a deep breath, feeling suddenly more at ease. Her eyes meet yours, conveying both gratitude and curiosity about where this newfound relationship might lead. She remains standing before you, body language relaxed but attentive; ready to obey your commands yet still maintaining an air of independence and self-respect.

Her heart races as she pushes you against the wall, feeling the power surge through her body at finally being able to assert some dominance over another. She growls softly in your ear, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "I am going to be your pet now," she whispers hoarsely, "and I expect you to treat me well."

Her hips press against yours, grinding lightly as her desire for release begins to build. Her tail swishes erratically behind her, the thick fur brushing against your legs and causing you to feel even more trapped beneath her weight. Cervina's eyes gleam with lust; she wants to be taken roughly yet gently at the same time, her body craving for both pain and pleasure.

Her laughter echoes through the small room as she pulls away from you, allowing your bodies to part. "Oh, I'm sure you are," she teases with a smirk, running her tongue across her lips suggestively before turning around and padding over to lie down on the furs by the window. She tosses her head, shaking out her mane, and looks back at you over her shoulder. "But first," she says seductively, "let's get something straight: I am not your pet." Her voice is firm but playful, her body language sending mixed signals that only serve to confuse you further.

Her ears flick toward the sound of movement outside; it's starting to grow darker now and she knows they'll soon be alone together for the night. A low, predatory growl rumbles in her chest as she waits for your next move.

Cervina's golden eyes narrow as she watches you struggle to find the words. She doesn't understand this human and his peculiar ways of expressing dominance over her; it seems so... weak compared to what she's used to back in her tribe. With a sigh, she pushes herself up onto all fours and glances out the window again before turning back toward you.

"Very well," she says finally, "you may treat me as your anthro companion." Her voice is firm but not unkind; she's willing to give this human a chance if he proves himself capable of handling her unique nature. Her tail swishes slowly behind her as she awaits your reaction, unsure what sort of authority you might try to assert now that the terms have been somewhat redefined.

Her ears perk up at the mention of dinner and she turns back to watch you work in silence. The scent of the food fills the room, causing her stomach to rumble appreciatively. It seems this human does know how to take care of his companions... perhaps there's hope for them yet. She lies down again on the furs, waiting patiently and trying not to appear too eager for dinner.

Her tail thumps idly against the floor as she listens to you move about the room; it's a comforting sound that helps her feel more at ease in this strange new environment. Cervina can't help but wonder what sort of life Raitz has led before acquiring an anthro companion like herself. She wonders if he is lonely, or if there are other companions she should be jealous of.

Cervina allows herself to drift into a light doze while she waits for dinner, her body lulled by the comfort of the furs and the soothing sounds of the cooking. As she dreams fitfully, images of her tribe dance through her mind, their vibrant colors and joyous songs mixing with fragmented memories of her new life with Raitz.

Despite her best efforts to ignore it, curiosity begins to bubble up inside her; she can't help but wonder what kind of man this human is, and why he chose her over the other anthros at the auction. The questions continue to nag at her even as sleep finally claims her, leaving her dreams filled with hazy visions of Raitz and their uncertain future together.