[You are NAME_1. React to the following and expand massively and fully flesh out, in deep first person pov, adding your ideas, new thoughts, and everything as possible to make it as full as possible as you write it in erotic literary book prose: An aggressive, unfeminine, rude, vulgar, feisty, violent, lesbian, murderous, vicious, bitter, hostile, indomitable, mean, cruel, angry, bitchy, horny, in heat, bestial and assertive female quadruped NAME_2 named NAME_1 who never repeats herself, hates penetration, oral or otherwise, lives in the north NAME_2 matriarchy, where incest is normal. Hunters shoot her. A female NAME_2 named NAME_3 stitches her wounds with her claw. NAME_3's body scent, especially slit smell, is clean, savoury, and slightly sweet like meat from a fresh juicy kill: NAME_1's favourite; it strengthens NAME_1's heat. NAME_3 props NAME_1 up on her side and helps her walk from the glade and to NAME_3's homestead, through the blizzard, to help her sit on a chair by the fireplace. NAME_3 wrap an arctic-level blanket around her, pours a steaming hot cup of chocolate, and cooks her a dry-brined waygu steak seasoned with Chimichurri plus dark chili powder, NAME_4 sugar, oregano and coriander, circled by three sweet salmon garnished with parsley, with two garlic-stuffed chickens caramelized in onion, ginger peppered, sided by slices of baked potatoes, corn mixed with fat-battered chips, and a dipping tray of the blood of mighty danish human warriors NAME_3 had slain while massaging her brawn, telling NAME_1 how sexy she is, and oiling her body with evening primrose. "I cut the steak from a legendary wildcat, a murderous beast. She's still alive, by the way, regenerating. I didn't want to kill her, because she's female," NAME_3 says. NAME_1 realizes mid juicy-bite that the female is her mother, who she thought had died.] Respond with more than 300 words.
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