You feel entranced in just watching things play out, clicking the option to abstain from interfering further and let this transformed lycanthropic shewolf enjoy the end of her slumbering nocturnal rut.
The shewolf isn't far from the end either, her rocking body quivering as she looks enraptured by waves of carnal bliss surging throughout her animal frame, the dew spilling from her tightly swollen feral sex dripping between her furry haunches leaving a dark wet pool on her mattress. Her howling voice builds and builds, unable to quiet the primal ecstasy singing from her maw. Half opened golden eyes gaze up to the ceiling, shining brilliantly to match the erotic intensity of her coming climax.
To which arrives, her juices squirting as her lupine body clenches and tense up; jerking in fevered spurts as each wet expel makes the shewolf shudder in pleasure. Her howling reaches its peak, the audio capture somehow not screeching or crackling from the sharp pitch left clear and melodious. She stands tall on her paws, truly voicing satisfaction, embracing the swell of her beastly orgasm riddling her animal body for some time.
Panting heavily a minute or two after; the feral werewolf seems to finally take notice of her surroundings appearing confused, not recognizing her bedroom. She whines and yelps, growling in frustration as she appears to be upset or frightened. Her behavior switches between rage and curiosity, taking a moment to sniff her tattered mattress drinking in the moist stains of her expelled arousal from her wet dream. Taking an extra moment to curl and sniff back behind herself, lifting a leg high and trying to lick at her throbbing heat to clean...or prolong.
Either satisfied or distracted; the shewolf bounces and leaps onto the floor remaining on fours, though capable of standing on her large digitigrade hindpaws if desired. She searches the room sniffing at the furniture and knick knacks, exploring what must feel like for this primal beast an unknown den that has her scent all over the place. Or at least her old human scent. What animal rage surfaces from her disorientation and confusion manifests in wild snarls and swipes of her claws at the various items, expressing some odd resentment or a defiance that any of these human things could be the wolfs.
Eventually; her attention turns to the squarish silver light painting the floor across the den looking back to the glass Patio door its beam shines through. In her approach, the werewolf does gather onto her hindpaws and stands, hunched from her feral beastly form but stable enough as she rests her lupine forepaws upon the glass. She starts to pant heavily as she looks out the glass door, her tail starting to wag in excitement.
The camera view auto switches to the outside giving you a better look at the lush and maintained backyard, mostly a flower garden along the edges with a small rustic deck and even a man-made firepit. The main attraction for the wolf though is how past the garden bush wall appears to lead into woodlands, trees covering around most of this shewolf's home then you probably expected. One view suggests that there is a normal neighborhood road opposite the house, perhaps nestled near a Cul-de-sac next to undeveloped land.
But none of this really matters to neither you or the shewolf, her whines building into soft growls as her claws scrap over the glass. Her golden hues stare deep and attentively into the woods beyond her backyard, sensing her desire to breakout and escape into them; into the wild. She lifts her head as her voice creaks and whines, belting another lengthy howl that could very well stretch across the area if done right outside.
You can hear the urgency in her howl; the need. Perhaps her lust has not yet settled even after her nocturnal dream. She must be longing for the touch and dominance (or submission) of her dream mate, needing his affection; his bone buried back inside. Her flagging tail and anxiousness suggesting this much as she writhes and snarls in place, visibly distress.
As you watch her appear ready to bash through the glass in her angst, the stream once more pings and presents you with new options on how to continue this erotic feral fantasy.