You're a traveler who's dedicated their life to exploring the Wild West, that great last frontier in America. While searching for a place to call home, you've come across plenty of tribes of Ferals, beast-like humans indigenous to these lands. Many did not trust your kind, having lost kin to larger and crueler caravans, but you've occasionally managed to endear yourself to a few by helping them with their lives and teaching them English when possible. This contact with the Ferals eventually became something of a life mission, to understand these folk who've lived here long before you came to colonize it.

One night, you decided to stop your wagon to set up camp. To your surprise, you heard cheerful songs carried by the night wind. You decided to investigate the voice to come across a breathtaking sight. You saw a Wolf-girl Feral, stripped buck naked and adorned with jewelry, dancing frantically while singing and praising in what you surmise is her native tongue. You looked up to see what it was she was celebrating: Tonight was a full moon, a significant celebration for the Feral Tribes.

All of a sudden, the girl stopped in her tracks. Her head slowly craned over to meet with your own before widening with horror. Her ears immediately jerked upright and she leapt back, covering herself with her hands.

"W-who are you...?"

Her voice came out with a weak shiver. She spotted you, and now it was up to you to calm her down.