Battle of the Shadow Furries

Yori was trying to calm down, cheeks red as began to nearly start to hyperventilate. All this panic had made her back hurt once again, trying to not let it set in as she still wasn't in the best shape and pain meds had barely just set in. The piece of melon had made the top of the material all wet and slick from it juices, a terrible combination with such tight material.

...It's.... it's okay... I don't blame you."

Hairou kneeled under the table with a red hue struck across his from the super embarrassing moment. She couldn't see but he was flexing his hand still remembering how much tender her boobs were, such volume not to mention.

"Lets get you somewhere else......"
I change in scenery would be desired because everything was heated in this room in this point. Forgetting about her injury Hairou would grab her hand and force her to stand up and to head towards the garden outside the dojo.

Yori didn't expect the wolf to come to her and pull her up, biting her lip as a bit pain went through her, slowly numbed by the pain medication, "To where?" she asks him as she has to lean almost right up against him for support. Her chest that he had held just recently on accident pressed again him, her face looking up in a sense of worry.

Not even sensing her bosoms caressing against his muscular form the wolf would drag the vixen all the way outside the dojo and into the vast open green scenery of the place. A large green ground surrounded by tall trees was all that she could see, a nice place for a dojo of shrouded history.

Both went from the front gate to the back near the bathes section where a giant squire light colored barrel could be seen. Hairou looked inside to see the water was empty but let go of Yori and gestured at it "Well? What are you waiting for? Get undressed....."

"My clothes..." she looks down at her dirtied clothing, clothing that had only been on loan to her. She assumed rightfully that this was a bath area on the property and not some sort of devious scheme to take advantage of a pure and innocent fox maiden.

She'd slowly begin to take off her tight clothes before realizing who was still standing there, "Are you going to well... you know... privacy?"

Hairou was....dumbfound for a brief moment before realizing what she meant, as if it wasn't obvious already but seems his mind was frozen by all the things that happened in this morning.

He nervously looked away before going to fetch some hot water from inside the house. "I'll...I'll be back. You just stay inside the barrel until I come back"

The wolf cussed at himself for not being within his cool attitude demeanor lately.

Yori would nod in acceptance, disrobingnafter he left to fetch water. Soon she would be nude as the day she was born, stepping into the barrel and sitting down huddled clasping her arms around her knees and pushing her breasts up against them. The pain killers had calmed her down now and she was feeling a lot better.

The fox woman still couldn't believe that her first encounter with an enemy ninja would have gone down like this. She still however kept her guard up.

Hairou would bring bring what seems like a basin the same size of the tub that Yori was sitting. he was lifting the basin on top of his head relatively quite ease showcasing how powerful he really is.

He was standing behind her back apparently still unnoticed by her. He thought her ninja detection skills sure needs training if it's that easy to sneak up on her. And with that a war stream of medium hot water was poured on top of her body like a giant waterfall.

Truth be told she did notice him but didn't act on it, sitting in a fetal like position as she let the warm water pour over her in a rather comforting way, easing herself up as it came down over her bare body. She closed her eyes, dreaming up for a moment a far more handsome imaginary.... wolf. Yori immediately opened them back up, obviously annoyed.

The wolf who stood in front of her was dumbfounded with question marks on his face, tilting his head wondering why she's upset all of a sudden "What's the matter? Not hot enough?" He know women loved bathing in warm water unless she's one of those cold bathers.