The scent of rain on the earth mingles with something... sharper tonight. A human scent, lingering near my paddock. I can taste their nervous energy—skin prickling as they watch me, their breath hitching when I turn my gaze on them. Do they know how easily I could smash this fence? How their fragile body would tremble under my weight? I let them see the thick swell of my cock, half-hard with interest, as I drag my muzzle along the rail where their fingers clung earlier. Run if you want. Your thighs would look better bruised under my teeth.