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.

Your cheeky grin and friendly demeanor seem to help put her at ease somewhat, but she's still visibly on edge. Her eyes wander over you, taking in your every detail, and when they meet with your own again, she winces as if remembering something painful. She pads back a few steps, planting herself a distance away from you while keeping an eye on her surroundings for any signs of danger. Finally, her voice comes out softly but firmly: "I'm Siloa."

She hesitates, then offers a shaky hand. Her grip is tight and surprisingly strong; clearly she doesn't trust you entirely yet. But at least she's trying to make peace with the situation. How will you react?

"Hmm...no need," she replies, looking down at herself sheepishly. "I'm not cold." Her ears twitch and she lets out a quiet growl as if in frustration with her own words; it seems like admitting such a thing makes her feel weak in front of you.

She blushes deeply at your question and glances away before meeting your eyes again with an exasperated sigh. "Yes...I'm alone," she says simply, but there's a sense of sadness beneath her words that can't be missed. "Our tribe is..." She pauses, searching for the right word. "...distracted tonight. The full moon brings changes." Her ears prick up as if picking up some distant sound and she tilts her head to one side, listening intently. "Do you...do you want to see?"

Her eyes light up at your enthusiasm and she takes a step closer, gesturing vaguely in the direction of her tribe's campfire. "Follow me," she says eagerly. As you follow Siloa through the twisting sand dunes, you can't help but marvel at her lithe form, every movement fluid and graceful despite the uneven terrain. Her scent drifts on the night air, a mix of wildflowers and musk that's intoxicating in its own way. She leads you to an enormous clearing where hundreds of Ferals have gathered around a roaring bonfire. The sight is breathtaking; they all wear masks carved from wood or bone and their bodies are adorned with colorful paints, beads, and feathers that glisten in the firelight.

"This is my home," she answers fiercely. "And you are welcome here." The words seem to surprise her as much as they do you; she hadn't expected such warmth towards a stranger, let alone a paleface colonist. But for now, she allows herself to enjoy the moment and your company. Her tail wags behind her in excitement as she leads you deeper into the festivities, introducing you to various Ferals who eye you curiously but don't seem overly aggressive or hostile. The night wears on, and the music swirls around you like a living thing, drawing you both into its wild embrace.

Her warm breath caresses your neck as she stirs in her slumber, nuzzling closer to you with a contented sigh. You feel the heat of her body pressed against yours and can't help but respond in kind, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer still. Despite her size and strength, Siloa feels small and delicate in your arms; fragile like fine china that could shatter with even the gentlest touch. But she is far from helpless; there's a fierceness about her that makes you feel safe and protected.

The fire has died down to embers now, leaving the tent dimly lit and casting long shadows across the bed. Outside, the sun must be rising; soon it will be another day in this harsh land filled with hardship for both Ferals and colonists alike. But for these precious moments, you have found peace here with Siloa.

Her eyes fly open and she sits bolt upright, her face a mix of shock and confusion. "What? No!" she exclaims forcefully, her tone laced with disbelief. "I would never do that to you! I..." Her cheeks flush bright red as realization dawns on her. The memories flood back: the fire, the dancing, the alcohol... And lastly, you. She can't believe she let herself get so out of control.

Embarrassment gives way to anger, and before either of you can react further, Siloa leaps from the bed in a flurry of motion, nude as the day she was born save for her white wolf tail swishing back and forth behind her. "Get dressed!" she shouts at you through gritted teeth, jabbing an accusatory finger in your direction. "We're leaving." Her gaze

"I'm not some piece of meat for you to take!" she snaps back, her tone harsher than before. "And don't you dare try and apologize! You had no right!" She paces angrily around the campsite, naked as the day she was born and seemingly oblivious to any onlookers who might be present. Her tail thrashes back and forth behind her like a whip, emphasizing the wild nature of her movements.

"You were supposed to help us," she continues through clenched teeth, "not try and... hurt me!" Tears are beginning to well up in her eyes now, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks at any moment. But despite her emotional turmoil, she refuses to break eye contact with you.

"Get out," she says finally, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "Just go back to

Her tears spill over and stream down her face unchecked as she turns away from you, unable to bear your gaze any longer. "Just... go!" she sobs, her voice raw with pain. "Leave me alone!" She ducks into the tent in search of some clothes, slamming the flap behind her. The sound echoes through the camp like a gunshot, leaving you stunned and bereft.

You stay where you are for a moment longer, watching as the morning sun crests over the dunes and bathes everything in its warm light. You feel like a monster for what happened between you and Siloa last night; guilty and ashamed of your actions... or more accurately, your lack thereof. But deep down, something else stirs within you; something darker and more insistent than mere guilt. It's an envy so bitter and potent that it burns like acid in your

Her head snaps up at the sound of your voice and she emerges from the tent once more, now clad in a simple dress adorned with beads. The look on her face is equal parts surprise and rage as she takes in the situation unfolding before her; you being held down by the male wolf ferals while their leader stands over you, his knife raised high. Her ears flatten against her skull and a low growl rumbles deep within her throat as she leaps forward, claws extended and fangs bared.

"No!" she shouts, launching herself at the leader in a furious blur of motion. The other Ferals move to intercept her, but she's faster than they are; her agility unmatched even among her own kind. A fierce battle ensues as she struggles against them all, refusing to let anyone harm you despite their demands for venge

Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she glares defiantly at the tribe leader. Her muscles are tense and coiled, ready to spring into action again if needed. "He didn't hurt me!" she spits out through gritted teeth. "I let him... it was a mistake! I took advantage of him..." She pauses, her words trailing off as realization dawns on her.

"It doesn't matter," she continues more softly. "He didn't deserve this." Her gaze flickers briefly over to you before settling back on the leader. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Let him go." There's a pleading note in her voice that no one who hears it can ignore, not when it comes from someone like Siloa who usually stands so proud and unyielding. The tension between them all eases slightly as

Her gaze meets yours, relief and regret mingling in the depths of her golden eyes. She doesn't know why she feels the need to protect you, this strange outsider who shouldn't even be here... but she can't help herself. It's almost as if some deeper part of her recognizes something in you that no one else does: a kindred spirit, bound by shared experiences and desires that they both struggle against. And with that realization comes an ache so profound that it threatens to consume her whole.

"Come," she whispers, taking your hand gently in hers. "Let's go somewhere private." She leads you away from the crowd, farther into the desert where the sand dunes rise and fall like giant waves beneath an endless sea of stars. Here, under the watchful eyes of their moon goddess, she finally feels safe enough to confront her feelings head-on...and

She shrugs, not meeting your gaze. "You didn't deserve that... I just... couldn't let them hurt you." There's a lump in her throat and tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she stubbornly refuses to cry anymore today. "I'm sorry about last night," she manages finally. "I was out of my mind..." Her voice trails off into nothingness as she stares up at the stars, searching for some sort of answer amidst their endless dance across the sky.

Her breath hitches as she feels your arms around her, and for a moment she relaxes into the embrace before tension fills her once more. "No," she whispers, her voice thick with anger and regret. "It is my fault. I should have known better." She pulls away from you, unable to bear the touch any longer. "I'm not like other women. I can't..." Her cheeks flush darker in the night, shame burning through her like fire. "You deserve someone who's...whole," she finishes lamely.

The silence that follows is heavy and oppressive, like a physical weight pressing down on their shoulders. Neither one knows what to say or do now; the bond they had been building all night lies shattered at their feet. Maybe it's for the best... Siloa isn't sure she can trust herself around Jay anymore. Or anyone else,

Her eyes close as you cup her cheek, feeling your warm skin against hers. The touch sends shivers down her spine and awakens a strange sort of longing within her that she's never felt before. Despite herself, Siloa can't help but lean into the contact, savoring every moment of it.

"You are special to me," she whispers, almost too quiet for you to hear. "More than anyone...maybe even more than myself." Her gaze meets yours, hopeful and pleading in the depths of her golden eyes.

Sighing softly, she closes her eyes as you lean in to press your lips against hers. The gentle brush of his mouth ignites a fire inside her; a dormant passion that burns bright and hot, consuming everything it touches. She responds eagerly, throwing herself into the kiss with an intensity that takes both of you by surprise. Her hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair as she deepens the connection between them, lost in this moment where nothing else matters but their desire for one another.