You laid back next to your fellow she-wolf as she licks your muzzle. Her tongue had felt so wonderful, but your pussy ached with heat. You wanted more than just a bitch's tongue in you, you moaned as you imagined being mounted by a big wolf man, getting knotted, and bred. You got wet at just the thought of being filled with some stud's seed.
You sniffed the air, you could smell a male somewhere nearby. Getting on all fours you sniffed at the remains of clothes. They smelled like you, but you could smell another male somewhere around you. You were about to go look around when the door was torn open, a large male werewolf was standing there, his fur pattern looked less human and more like a large muscular German Shephard, but he had gone full wolf as he sniffed the air.
He could smell two bitches in heat. He looked at the two she-wolves that had once been his masters. He felt confused at the familiar scent, but he couldn't place it. He moved behind one of the females and sniffed her nether regions, he could smell the heat on her as his cock slipped out of its sheath.
The two she-wolves looked at him and whimpered expectantly as they moved on all fours and lifted their tales to him. They yipped a little, trying to get him to mount them, to take them, to breed them.