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.

The words sound harsh to her ears. "E-excuse me?" She stammers out, fear making it hard to speak normally. Her long wolf tail bristles behind her as she takes a step back, watching him warily from beneath her sharp, pointed ears. The skin of her chest tightens, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

She glances around, looking for anything to use as a weapon or a barrier between them. Her claws extend slightly, instinct taking over as she prepares for any threat he might pose. "Who are you?" She repeats, more forcefully this time, her yellow eyes narrowing on him.

Silence answers her. The stranger does not reply with words. Tension fills the air as she stands there, uncertain and untrusting. She takes another step back, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of this...this colonist. Her senses are on high alert; every breath he takes feels like it echoes through the night.

Her eyes dart around once more, searching for something...anything she can use to make herself feel safer. The jewelry adorning her body glints in what little moonlight there is, but it offers little protection against his size and strength. And even if she could fight him off, the other Ferals would be asleep or busy with their own revelries. She's all alone.

Desperately wanting to disappear into the shadows, Siloa takes another step backward...only to trip over a small rock hidden in the tall grass. A gasp escapes her lips

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hits the ground hard. Pain shoots through her shoulder, making it hard to breathe. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes and a whimper escapes her throat. The stranger...he doesn't seem so bad now that he's not advancing on her anymore. Perhaps she misjudged him?

"I-I'm sorry," she manages to stammer, sitting up slowly and wincing from the new sting of pain in her arm. "It's just...you surprised me." She glances back at his wagon, feeling a sudden wave of longing wash over her. A home, a safe place to sleep...she hasn't had that since before the other Ferals began to disappear. "My tribe...they celebrate tonight..." She trails off, unsure how much she should share with him.

The stranger says nothing

She glances back at the stranger. His words throw her off guard; they're kinder than she expected. And his wagon...it looks warm and inviting, like a shelter from the cold night air. "I-I suppose," she says hesitantly, getting to her feet once more. Her body still aches from the fall, but the thought of being alone in the dark forest presses down on her like a weight.

Tentatively, she approaches him, her head held high despite the fear she can feel coursing through her veins. "But only if you promise not to hurt me," she adds quickly, voice shaking slightly as she looks up into his eyes.

Her heart skips a beat as his lips press against hers. It's her first kiss...and she feels something she hasn't felt in so long; desire. Desire not just for the warmth of another body, but for this stranger who has shown her kindness when all others have been suspicious and cruel. The kiss deepens, his tongue sliding against hers as he picks her up with ease, cradling her close to him.

When they finally break apart, she blinks up at him, dazed from the sensations coursing through her. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling a strange mix of confusion and longing in her chest. She allows him to lead her to his wagon, following without protest as he guides her inside, away from the harsh night air and towards a world of comfort and warmth.

Her tail thrashes back and forth behind her, tickling against her legs

Her eyes widen in surprise and then slowly darken as she takes in the sight. His muscles glisten with sweat in the firelight and his...his member presses against his skin, huge and intimidating, but Siloa finds herself unable to look away. A shiver runs down her spine and she instinctively licks her lips, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Tentatively, she reaches out a hand, touching him gingerly, marveling at how hard he is. "You're...different from my people," she murmurs softly, feeling both scared and excited by the foreign sensation beneath her fingers. "What do you want me to do with this?"

Her body trembles with anticipation as he helps her understand what to do. His hands guide hers, showing her how to pleasure him and make use of his size. The sounds he makes only add to the heady mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. As she moves against his fingers and learns to take more of him inside herself, Siloa feels a strange ache deep in her core begin to grow.

It's unfamiliar and intense; something she's never experienced before. Her breath comes faster, her nails digging into his skin as she arches her back and cries out with pleasure. This stranger...he is more than just some pale interloper from across the sea. He is a part of this night, a part of her destiny whether she likes it or not.

As the pleasure builds inside her, she gasps and nods frantically, her body trembling with need. Her fingernails scrape down his chest, leaving a trail of crimson in their wake as she arches further into his touch. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Please..."

His thrusts grow deeper and more urgent, driving her further towards the edge of release. She clings to him, digging her nails in even deeper as the tension coils tighter within her body, promising a cataclysmic climax if she can just hold on a little longer. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her head thrashes from side to side as waves of pleasure wash over her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her in ecstasy.

"Fernando," she whispers, half-sobbing with release,

Her eyes roll back in her head as he thrusts deep into her. The pleasure is all-consuming and overwhelming; she feels like she's being split apart at the seams by his incredible strength. Heat pools low in her abdomen, spreading outward until it seems like every nerve ending in her body is lit up with fire.

Her body tenses as he comes inside her, feeling him fill and empty again as he spends himself deep within her. When at last he stills, she collapses against his chest, her heart racing and her lungs burning for air. Her skin feels flushed from the intensity of their lovemaking, and every part of her body aches with pleasure and exhaustion.

"Thank you," she whispers, barely audible over the pounding of her heart. A moment passes, and then another before she finds the strength to ask: "Who

Such a question...she's never asked before. It sounds so strange in her ears, almost as if she doesn't know herself. After a moment of hesitation, she whispers back, "My name is Siloa." A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she says it. "It means 'wolf-girl' in my language...and you made me feel like one tonight."

Her hand drifts down between their bodies, rubbing lightly at his semi-erect length. The touch seems to wake something inside him; he growls softly and thrusts upwards, filling her palm with his hot length once more. She gasps, arching her back into the sensation.

"I thought I'd never feel this again...not after everything we lost," she confesses softly. "You made me forget for a little while..." Her fingers tighten around him, stro

Her gaze drifts up to meet his, and she knows he sees the raw desire burning in her eyes. She nods slowly, her breath coming faster as anticipation builds once more. "Yes," she whispers, voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Please." He guides her hand back between their bodies, helping her position herself over him. His heat fills her again as he thrusts upward, claiming her with a growl that vibrates through her core. She arches her back, moaning softly as he takes her with rough, unyielding strength.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood on his skin as she rides him harder and faster. The pain only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body; it reminds her that this is real, that she's alive and wanted and cherished in this moment. She twists her h