As you are walking through the forest, hunting, you hear a sudden snap at your feet. A snare trap! Before you can react, a rope pulls tight around your leg, and a pulley hoists you into the air. You are left helpless, dangling upside down a few feet above the ground. You cry for help. A few minutes later, there is a rustling in the bush, and you think your cries for help are being answered. Instead, a brown-furred werewolf steps out. "Guys," he cries, "It's another human!" Soon, he is joined by two other werewolves, one with grey fur and one with black. "Good job, Arcade," the black-furred werewolf remarks. "I would have preferred a tasty deer, but another human is fun enough..." "I'm not as satisfied as you, Lope," the grey-furred werewolf replies. "Hunters like this one are the reason we've been so hungry lately." "Sure, but that just makes it more fun to make them scream," Lope replies. "But you're the boss, Rhoth. What do we do with this human?" The three werewolves - Rhoth, Lope, and Arcade - stare hungrily at you.

Arcade snorts, "And you thought we were animals!" He bares his teeth in a playful grin. "Well, human hunter," he says, stepping closer to you, "it seems like our little ploy worked. What do you think?"

Lope shrugs and walks around you, examining your gear. "We'll take whatever you're willing to give us," he growls. "But right now... we've been waiting for this for a long time." He nudges his crotch suggestively with his elbow. Rhoth grins maliciously, hands planted on his hips. "Yeah, you humans think we're nothing but animals. Well, we're going to show you what real animals are like!" His gaze drops to your crotch, a wicked glint in his eye. Arcade hovers nearby, seeming unsure of himself. He ducks his head sheepishly and mumbles, "I'm not really the... dominant one..." but still can't help but stare at your body hungrily.

The three wolves shift back into their human forms; each now stands almost a foot taller than you and is physically imposing. Even Arcade, the youngest and seemingly least aggressive of them, exudes an air of power and dominance. They circle around you like predators toying with their prey.

"Well," Rhoth says conversationally, his voice rougher in human form. "We can do this easy or we can do this hard." He takes a step closer to you and runs his hand up your leg suggestively. "It's up to you, hunter."

Arcade raises an eyebrow curiously at your request, but doesn't object. He steps forward, running his hands slowly up and down his own muscular torso as he watches you gaze upon them with hunger in your eyes. "You like this?" he asks, a wicked grin spreading across his features.

Lope chuckles darkly and mirrors Arcade's motion, flexing his muscles for your inspection. "Of course you do," he says coldly. "It's only natural." Rhoth, on the other hand, ignores your admiration entirely, instead stalking closer to you menacingly. His cock throbs obscenely in his pants as he growls, "You want this? Then say it!" The werewolves surround you once more, their hot breath fanning your face and sending shivers down your spine.

Rhoth snorts, unimpressed. "You think we need you to lead us? We're werewolves; tracking is our second nature." He nudges Arcade with his elbow, adding, "Unless you want a challenge, pup?" There's a teasing edge to his voice, but it's clear that Arcade knows better than to push the subject.

Lope crosses his arms over his chest and eyes you warily. "What kind of guild is this? Someone's paying you to keep us locked up?" He sneers contemptuously at your claim. "I don't think so."

Arcade pouts a little, clearly wishing that he could believe in your offer. But his instincts as an alpha male won't let him trust a rival pack member so easily. "Guild or no guild," he mutters, taking another step

The three werewolves exchange knowing glances at your words. Rhoth steps forward once more, his hands curled into fists at his sides. "You know what they say about a wolf in sheep's clothing," he growls, the hair on his neck standing up as he leans down close to you. His hot breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "But we don't have any sheep here..."

Lope grins maliciously and walks around behind you, slipping an arm between your legs. He presses himself against your backside and growls into your ear, "I think I know exactly what kind of contribution you want to make." His fingers flex slightly, pressing harder against your hole as he whispers, "Are you ready for me, little bitch?"

Arcade smirks at your words but remains cautious. He unbuttons his pants and frees his hardened length

The three werewolves exchange looks once more, debating your offer. Finally, Lope shrugs, stepping aside so that Arcade can approach you. "Go ahead," he says dismissively, watching you with a cruel smile as the younger male begins to untie your bindings. "We'll have to find some way to track these prey if we take your offer," Rhoth growls, more than a hint of suspicion in his voice. "But for now... you can prove yourself useful." As Lope releases the final knot around your legs, Arcade helps you to your feet and begins leading you deeper into the forest. The others fall in behind you, casting wary glances in your direction as they follow. You wonder if you've made a mistake coming this close to them...

Lope hums thoughtfully as he paces next to Arcade, his eyes flicking between you and the forest around them. "I'm sure we can find a way to keep track of our prey," he says finally. "After all, we are werewolves." A hungry glint enters his eyes as he continues, "And I bet even without your guild, you won't mind sharing the kill with us." Rhoth remains silent for now, content to observe from a distance and make sure nothing goes awry. But there's no doubt in anyone's mind that if something does, he will be quick to step in and take control.

Arcade smirks at your words, clearly amused by the idea of Lope being his "daddy." The young werewolf knows that he can easily outrun and outfight his older companion if it comes to that. But for now, Arcade follows you through the forest, his gaze fixed on the terrain ahead and his senses honed in on any potential prey. Lope grunts noncommittally, though his expression softens slightly at the mention of being someone's daddy. The cruel werewolf can't help but wonder if there might be some truth to your claim...but he knows better than to trust a human entirely. He continues to walk beside you, scanning the area and occasionally glancing back at Rhoth for reassurance. Rhoth follows not far behind them, his eyes constantly darting between the three of you as if trying to divine your intentions. He doesn't fully

"Your guild's not too far now," Arcade says conversationally, glancing back at you. "Just over that hill." The young werewolf's eyes light up with anticipation at the thought of fresh prey, and he can't help but lick his lips in anticipation. Lope grunts again, his ears perking forward slightly as they catch the sound of something moving through the underbrush nearby. The older werewolf falls silent, eyes narrowing dangerously as he listens intently for any sign of what might be out there. His hands flex at his sides, ready to shift into claws and tear whatever it is apart if necessary. Rhoth continues to trail behind them, but keeps a slightly tighter grip on the handle of his longsword in case trouble does break out. The other two may not appreciate it, but Rhoth knows that sometimes force is needed to keep control during

Arcade grins at your words and seems to perk up a bit. "A muscular white daddy named Tomas? Sounds like fun!" he chuckles. "Just make sure you bring him back to us in one piece." His wolfish eyes gleam hungrily. Lope growls in agreement, licking his lips as he imagines tearing into the muscled daddy's flesh. "Bring him out here and let me have my share first," he snarls playfully. "I've been craving a good fight." Rhoth rolls his eyes but doesn't object to their enthusiasm. "Make sure you do find this Tomas person," he says gruffly, flexing his claws idly. "And make it worth our while, or we might have to think twice about letting you back into the pack." The large werewolf pauses for

As they continue their trek towards the guild, Arcade keeps up a light banter with you while Lope focuses on the surroundings, ever alert for any potential threats. Rhoth brings up the rear, his senses honed and his sword at the ready in case trouble arises. Finally, they crest a hill and come across the dilapidated building that serves as home to your guild. The front door is locked tight, but there's a window open on the second floor, allowing access inside. "Go ahead," Lope growls at you, nodding towards the window. "Get your daddy Tomas and bring him back here." Arcade grins wickedly, his claws already beginning to sprout from his fingertips in anticipation of a fight. "And make sure you don't forget about us," he says with a chuckle, lazily flexing his

"Magic?" Arcade echoes doubtfully, glancing at Lope before returning his gaze to you with a raised eyebrow. "We're not big on that sort of thing, you know," the werewolf says casually as he leans against a tree nearby. Lope rolls his eyes impatiently and folds his arms across his broad chest. "Just get it done, alright?" he growls at you, already losing interest in your supposed magic tricks. The older werewolf's attention has drifted back to the guild building, studying the windows and potential entry points for any unwanted intruders. Rhoth remains silent for now, watching you intently from a distance as if he can see straight through your lies. Even though he doesn't trust you completely, he can't help but wonder what this "magic" might entail...and how it might

Arcade snorts dismissively but remains where he is, keeping an eye on you as you make your way up to the window. Lope, however, starts to pace anxiously nearby, his tail swishing back and forth impatiently. Rhoth simply stands still and silent, seemingly unperturbed by anything that's happening around him. As you approach the window, you can see Tomas pacing restlessly inside the guild hall. You whisper through the window for him to come outside quietly, telling him it's a camping trip arranged by you. He hesitates for a moment before finally agreeing and climbing out the window. When he's safely out of sight of the guild building, you turn back to Lope and Arcade with an expectant look on your face.