[Only expand the following ideas into a fully fleshed out story, 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_1 named NAME_2 who never repeats herself, hates penetration, oral or otherwise, is shot by a human woman. Incest is normal in NAME_1 culture. She lives in a matriarchy and enjoy it. A human woman shoots her. A female NAME_1 named NAME_3 stitches her wounds. NAME_3's body scent, especially slit smell, is clean, savoury, and slightly sweet like meat from a fresh juicy kill: NAME_2's favourite; it strengthens NAME_2's heat. NAME_3 props NAME_2 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_2 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_2 realizes mid juicy-bite that the female is her mother, who she thought had died.]