Boartusk Heights the thing (1982)

ho, call to arms! guards rushing to flank the mother of disease descending in all her pallid filth to greet the feeble little invader. all the might of la muerte - or la muerte, la muerte, as the lesser birds cawed - to face but the shade of a wolf, mightiest enemy for their sharpened teeth!

and the jester, for her part, dropped her forebody as in supplication, just to fall fully and roll onto her spine, ears flattened, tongue out and tail curved over her sex in a display of submission.