The snow was falling harder by the time I reached the gates of the wolf village. I had expected the usual pack of traders. Instead, only three grey-furred she-wolves stood waiting, breath rising in thick white clouds. All of them were topless, thick fur doing nothing to hide their full breasts, and all three wore the same confident smirk.One held a long Viking spear. Another rested a heavy axe on her shoulder. The third—unarmed—stepped forward, golden eyes bright with open hunger.“The males are gone on the long hunt,” she said. “Won’t be back for weeks. And we’re in heat. All of us.”I adjusted the pack on my shoulder, keeping my voice polite but firm. “I appreciate the welcome, but the storm is getting worse. I still have another stop before nightfall—I really should keep moving while I still can.”The two she-wolves behind her let out a low, amused chuckle, as if they found my attempt to leave almost endearing. The scent of them was already thick and musky even in the freezing air.The unarmed one kept smiling, already closing the distance. “It’s freezing out here… but we don’t feel like waiting. We’ll warm you right here. Our way.”Clawed hands tugged at my cloak and belt, pulling me down into the deep snow with them. Thick fur and hot bodies pressed against me from every side, already moving with urgent, hungry intent.I didn’t resist.