Does the little wife hate gray wolves?

Jenny's head was still aching and dizzy, and her ears and face felt hot. She quickly let go of the arm holding the gray wolf and instinctively rolled to the side, pressing on the wolf's tail. She realized that she had had a dream about a gray wolf and woke up to find herself sleeping under the same animal skin blanket as him. Was this too stimulating?

Jenny blinked her eyelids and lifted her arms, which felt weak, to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip, and the cold sweat all over her body seemed to heat up a bit.

After a moment, she reassured herself that nothing had happened. She and the wolf were still wearing decent clothes and, apart from being slightly askew, there were no other signs of any physical contact. She sighed in relief and tried to collect her thoughts.

Suddenly, the image of last night's bloody Nick flashed in her mind. She touched her forehead, which was still a little hot, and then sighed comfortably. Perhaps it was because she was too cold