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	The question itself brought back some sanity to the lustful Starla, though a few moments of hesitation preceded her answer as she struggled to find it.  "Uh... n-no... no, not for a couple months..." she said breathlessly.

	"Good," Carson returned, panting as he tenderly embraced his granddaughter.  "So... what brought this about, then?" he was able to eke out next, ever the pragmatist.

	Starla's white-furred body sagged helplessly against his chest.  Her knees buckled as exhaustion swallowed her heavy body, and all at once her full weight was brought to bear atop him.  "I.. don't... know..." she confessed.  "You just... I felt... I needed... fmabrgle...."  Her words melted into incoherent thoughts.  Her feral lust may have abated, but her body had been outright drained of energy.

	The elder worgen couldn't hide an amused chuckle.  "Very well... we shall speak of this... at greater length... in the morning...."  Carson's muzzle softly nuzzled against her neck to take a long inhale of her natural scent, finding it more and more pleasing the more he was around her.  As much as he would have liked to keep her there all night, the last thing he wanted was for her to think he had taken advantage of her.  His powerful arms gripped her tight as he carefully pulled himself off the sofa, clinging to her for dear life as he held her to his chest and carried her down the hall to his own bedroom.  A surprisingly lavish bed, likely of Gilnean craftsmanship, stood at the far end of his room, and upon its disheveled sheets he carefully slid the exhausted, naked Starla.

	Starla could barely think, let alone move or speak.  The moment she hit the bed, her eyes slid shut as she drifted into a sound, much-needed sleep.  Her fur was matted with sweat, her nethers leaked with her grandfather's cum, and small divots dotted her breasts and back from her grandfather's claws, but none of it mattered then and there.

	Carson stifled a grunt as his sensitive cock slid from within Starla's clinging quim, prompting a gentle waterfall of his overflowing cum to pool in a small spot on the sheets.  He made a note to himself to wash things more frequently as he took a step back, a long, final look at his beautiful granddaughter, and walked out of his room, closing the door behind him.  His sofa wasn't the comfiest thing in the world, but it was good enough for the night.  In a last moment of thought, the aged worgen pulled on his torn pants before collapsing on the sofa, his eye sliding shut while his canine cock steadily withdrew back into its sheath.  His mind raced as he sleepily worked to process what had happened and how he would handle things in the morning.

	Sleep gripped him before an answer had come.

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	A wide open landscape was split down the middle.  One half had a bright, warm sun shining above bright green grass, while the other half held a full moon high in the air over a darkened, blue-grassed plain.  A naked human Starla stood in the light, staring at her naked, worgen self in the darkness.  The feral being stood on two legs and stared curiously right back at her human form, and steadily both figures walked closer to each other, each stretching one arm out with one finger extended to touch the other.  As their fingers made contact, both halves became blurred and melted into a whirlwind of color, whisking away the human Starla and replacing her with the naked form of Carson.  There was no hesitation as worgen-form Starla jumped into his arms, mashing her muzzle to his in a deep lover's kiss, clinging to him for dear life....

	... and then Starla's eyes shot open wide to stare at the wood-covered ceiling above her, her chest heaving as she laid in a puddle of her own sweat.  An open window at one side of the room brought filtered rays of sunlight into the room, but the thick trees allowed very little of it to warm the room itself.  Slowly she raised her upper body, looking down at her naked worgen body to take in the sight of her own matted fur, accompanied by the small trickle of dried cum between her legs.

	All at once, the dream, coupled with the events from the previous night, came rushing back to her in a single wave of intense emotion.  Had she truly bedded the old male of all people!?  Had her feral side possessed her so thoroughly that she'd given her own body to him?  She hardly knew him!  Yet he [i]was[/i] her grandfather... but did that not make it worse!?  Or did that simply enflame the excitement of passionate sex with him all the more?  Before her arrival she'd constantly felt at odds with her feral side, but her first run in Carson's woods had made her realize that her feral side wasn't the enemy, rather simply an extension of her desires in a different way.  In turn... had this been something she desired all along?

	Her mind only spent a few moments on each thought, none of which found any sort of resolution.  Before long she was able to register the fact that she was in his own bed, though he was nowhere to be seen, nor were there wrinkles as if he'd laid alongside her.  Where had he intended for her to sleep in the first place?  The hut was so small that surely there couldn't have been a second bedroom.

	Sure enough, sticky Starla was able to pry her matted fur off the bed and pad over to the door to peer through it, noting that it led into a hallway with two other doors that had to open into tiny, utilitarian rooms.  As quietly as she could, the naked Starla shifted her hands to cover her breasts and nethers as she stepped down the hall, briefly peering into the other two rooms to find a modest bathroom and a storage room respectively.  Satisfied, she carried on into the main living room... where Carson was nowhere in sight.  The fire had been extinguished, and on the closest sofa laid an elegant-looking pair of royal purple shorts and matching, sleeveless tunic.  At first, both garments looked far too small for her, but as she started to put them on, somehow the fabric seemed to adjust to her physique.  When all was said and done, the garments fit perfectly amid her fluffy fur.  In a fleeting moment of thought, Starla even reverted to her human form to find that the clothes fit her just as well in her regular skin.  She couldn't hide a smile as she became a worgen once more, making sure the garments still fit, and with an added skip in her step she headed into the kitchen to seek out a quick breakfast.