The White Hare

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When the hellhound returns Jack notices her offhand is clutched tightly around a... lump of wet clay? Coming closer to him before motioning for him to move his hands away from his injury, she presses the wet reddish gray substance against his injury causing him to jump a bit with a squeak and a hiss.

"Oh stop being a whining whelp. It's not that bad." She rolls her eyes at him before lowering her head down to put her face level with his split side.

To the hare's credit he doesn't make any embarrassing noises or have any "reactions" to her close proximity. What he didn't expect was for her to practically have his side in her muzzle with sharp teeth pressed against his skin. 

'Shit!' Jack does his best to hide his... "issue" but doesn't seem to need to with her concentrating like she is right now. The sweltering everpresent heat in her chest slowly flows towards her maw where she holds the buck. 

'Stupid shitty inner flame. If you weren't so damn broken then I could actually do this shit without having to have this idiot halfway down my fucking throat.'

Jack winces at the sudden heat coming from the hellhound's maw. The clay covering his wound hardens as it absorbs the warmth and causes the tingling sensation in his limbs as well as his stomach to heighten. He grits his teeth at the climbing heat. The feeling becomes unbearable, causing Jack to grab her muzzle as he prepares to pull himself away only to be held still by the larger beast.

Her grip was strong. If she put too much pressure on her claws then he would be torn apart.

The buck gasps and grabs his side as he is freed from the hellhound's grasp. Quickly crossing his legs to hide his arousal from the larger female. Her eyes were looking anywhere but at him and her tail was bristling. It was obvious she was agitated. Most likely angry at Jack for his reaction but inside of the head of the hellhound told a different story.

'Holy FUCK did he really just get hard from that?! What kind of freak is this guy?!' She quickly tried to lay the fur on the back of her neck back down and fight the piling embarrassment and awkwardness currently burning the inside of her ears. Avoiding the gaze of the buck and looking at just about anything else around them. 

"Um... Thanks for that by the way. I- I don't- Fuck okay um..." 

She looked back at the embarrassed buck. He seemed to have calmed himself down for the time being.

"I can't understand a word you're saying fluff-for-brains." She snipped at him. Her already short temper flaring up a little bit.

Jack looked up at her for a moment before standing. Wincing at the slight pain in his side but it is nowhere near as bad as it was before. "Thanks for the help but I have to start training now. I'm sorry that I probably won't be able to continue our usual activities for a bit."

Picking up on his tone she sat next to him. His small jump making her smirk. That is, until he started to get into that position he fucked himself up with the first dozen times.

"The hells do you think you're doing?" She starts to stand up when Jack does it again. 

This time instead of hitting his face against a rock or a log he managed to catch himself... but now has his tough fingers stuck inside of the tree about 10 feet off the ground. His legs were on fire and hurt but nowhere near as bad as before.

"What the FUCK?!" She growls at him.

"Look, I don't have much time. I need to keep training." He tugs on his hands before blinking a bit. "Rut." Putting his feet under his body he "stands up". Pulling his fingers out of the tree with a bit of bark and wood coming with them. Quickly catching himself with a bit of a squeak, Jack slowly shimmies back down the tree before rubbing his inner thigh. Still stiff from the jump.