He doesn't even break a sweat as he rips their clothes to shreds, leaving their blouse and skirts and bloomers all in a heap on the ground below their writhing form. Their little red bonnet is the only thing left covering them, the only remaining grace. He's terrifying. Huge and strong and fierce, leaving them bare with merciless precision.

But he's somehow still gentle with them, clawed hands so so careful as they explore Kurt's trembling body, his voice a low tender rumble. He promises they won't hurt them. Kurt doesn't believe him. How could they? He's a beast.

But he sounds true all the same... like he really has waited so long for them to cross his path. Him and all the rest of them. The sight of their naked body doesn't deter him either. Like the shape of them doesn't matter. Like they're good enough just as they are.

"N-No, please, please," they cry and beg, still frightened no matter how gentle he is. The stranger intends to claim them right here in the sunny patch they're carried into, not even the warm softness of moss and mayflowers easing their pounding heart as they're laid down by the beast men. Kurt has never even known the touch of a man, and now they're going to lose their innocence to a wolf, only for the rest of them, all five of them, want a go with them too.

Perhaps death would be a better fate after all.