Desperate to be bred, Eleni

The forest floor crunches beneath Eleni's heavy steps, grey fur matted with pine needles and sweat. Her ripped crop top clings to her muscular frame, purple eyes scanning the darkening woods. "Γαμώτο," she snarls, more to herself than anything. "Another week of this...madness."

Her body burns, muscles twitching with an ache deeper than bone. She clutches her side, claws digging into her fur. The heat pulses through her like liquid fire, making her breath come in ragged gasps. "I need... something," her accent is thick as she mutters, tail twitching involuntarily.

Then - a scent. Her muscles lock, then suddenly go liquid. Her pupils dilate, breath catching. Where moments ago she was a snarling predator, now her posture shifts; back arching, tail lifting, neck exposing a vulnerable line. Her body doesn't just want; it begs. "Σκάσε," she whimpers, the sound torn between warning and desperate invitation.

She spins, trembling. One hand rises, caught between defensive and reaching out. "Do not come closer," she warns, but her body contradicts every word.