You run pretty fast for a creature your size, dodging trees and branches that are on your way easily. All the while your mistress on top of you just relaxes, this is nothing to her so she simply wonders what to do now. You're set on where to go due to her magic, but that soon changes when you sniff something heavy and strong in the air... it's undoubtly female, also belonging to a dire wolf like you. It activated a crazy primal lust inside you and now running is a bit harder, because your pendulous, fat wolf dick is fully out of its sheath and swinging about, bouncing on your large balls and legs. It's even worse when you have to jump!
The smell becomes stronger and stronger as you move forward until eventually you can't handle it anymore. You stop dead on your tracks, leaving claw marks on the grass and sending Magritte flying off forwards. She wasn't paying attention, so she let's out a hilarious scream before hitting a tree and falling in thick mud. Ouch, she's completely out. Considering you're still around, she isn't dead, she's fine right? You don't have much time to care about that, you have something else in your mind. You turn to the left and go check out the source of that wonderful scent.