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.

Her gaze falls to the ground and she slowly lowers her hands, revealing her naked body once more. Her long black hair sways gently with each movement as she shuffles closer to you. She meets your eyes again, but this time there's a flicker of... curiosity? In her yellow depths.

She studies you for a moment, taking in every detail: your muscular build, your ruggedly handsome features, the scent that seems to radiate off you like honey. Then, without warning, she reaches out and places a gentle hand on your chest. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, but not from fear or revulsion; it feels... nice.

"You're not like other settlers,"

she says quietly. There's still a hint of wariness in her voice, but there's also an undeniable longing there. A need for... connection?

"What do you want?"

Her ears relax and she looks at you again, less suspiciously this time. She glances between your open arms and then back up to meet your eyes before carefully stepping closer, her fingertips brushing against the exposed skin of your forearm. The contact sends a jolt through her system that makes her shiver in pleasure. "T-than... t-thank you." She says, her voice hushed and trembling as she looks away from you for a moment. "You're not with..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right words.

Sensing your confusion, she takes a deep breath before continuing. "My people, we are celebrating the full moon... it means much to us." She pauses again, fidgeting with her hands nervously before explaining further. "We are Ferals. We have lived here for... long time. In our culture, this night is special. It's when..." She blushes deeply now, unable to finish.

Her wolf ears twitch at the sound of distant singing and howling in the distance. The festival must be starting soon. She needs to go back. But something makes her hesitate, something about you... "What is your name?" She asks softly, feeling foolish for not asking sooner.

Her voice comes soft and sweet as silk as she says,

"My name is Siloa. I..."

She pauses, hesitating once more before continuing, her blush deepening further.

"...I am the daughter of tribe's chief."

Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath as she looks at you searchingly. There's a spark in her eyes now that hadn't been there before, an excitement and curiosity that only seems to intensify by the moment.

"The other travelers... They don't usually come this far into our lands,"

she confesses.

"We... We have seen some from distance, but they always keep their distance."

Her ears perk up at your reaction to this news, and her heart races as she wonders what it is you might think or feel about that fact.

The distant singing and howling grows louder now, pulling Siloa back to reality and the ceremony she should be attending.

"I... I must go."

She whispers, already starting to step away from you. But before she can take more than a few steps, something inside her urges her to ask one final question:

"Will you come with me?"

Her eyes plead for an answer as she holds her breath, unsure of what your response might be but hoping against hope that it will be yes.

She takes another step closer, their bodies only inches apart now. Her hand drifts up from your arm to brush against your cheek, tracing the stubble there with gentle fingertips. It sends shivers down her spine as she leans in closer still, eyes searching yours for some sort of reaction. Her breath mingles with hiss as she lets out a soft whimper before whispering, "Will you... will you stay with me tonight?"

Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning. She's not asking you to join her tribe or even change your ways; she just wants someone to share this special night with. Someone who understands why it means so much to her people.

Her heart soars with hope as you nod in agreement, and she beams at him with genuine gratitude before leading the way through the moonlit forest to her tribe's camp. The sound of music grows louder as they approach, filling the air with a rhythmic beat that makes her body sway unconsciously. Her steps become more urgent now, eager for this night to begin and for you to truly experience what it is she loves so much about her people and their traditions.

The tribe's camp comes into view, illuminated by the dancing flames of a dozen or more fires. The sight takes your breath away: Ferals of all shapes and sizes, adorned with jewelry and paint, moving in unison to the hypnotic music. Some are even engaged in passionate acts, their cries of pleasure echoing through the night air like a lullaby.

Siloa tugs on your hand, urging you forward into this orgiastic scene before spinning around to face you once more. Her pupils are dilated, her breath ragged as she asks in a husky whisper,

"So... what do you want to do first?"

Siloa nods gratefully before leading you through the camp towards her personal area, where she has been preparing for tonight's ceremony. Her movements are fluid and graceful as she dances between fires and tents, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. She glances back at you occasionally, a mixture of shyness and pride on her face.

As they reach her own tent, she turns to you with an expectant look in her eyes. "I... I've been preparing for tonight all week." Her voice is hushed as she gestures for you to enter the dimly lit space. The interior of the tent is adorned with colorful blankets and furs, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. In one corner sits an assortment of her belongings, including a hand-carved wooden chest that could only contain something very precious to Siloa.

She takes your hand in hers, guiding you towards a large fur pile in the center of the tent. "Please," she says softly, gesturing for you to sit down beside her. "Let me show you what this night means to us."

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches you slowly undress, revealing your muscular form. She can't tear her eyes away from the sight of your hard flesh and strong hands. As you collapse onto the fur pile beside her, their naked bodies touching intimately, a shudder runs through her entire body.

Without warning, she rolls over on top of you, straddling your hips with her lithe form. Her breasts graze against your chest as she arches her back, offering him a view of her neck and shoulders adorned with intricate obsidian hair that curl along her collarbone and disappear beneath the valley between her breasts. One hand bury itself into your hair while the other cups your face, holding you steady as she looks down at you with hungry eyes.

"Tonight," she whispers hoarsely, leaning in closer still until their noses brush against each other, "tonight is for celebrating life... and love." Her hips begin to rock slowly back and forth, grinding against your erection beneath her.

Her breath catches in her throat as you shed your clothes, revealing your hard, muscular body. He's even more beautiful than she remembered. As you collapse onto the fur beside her, wrapping your strong arms around her and cupping her breasts, Siloa lets out a soft moan of pleasure.

She arches her back into your touch, meeting your gaze as their naked bodies press together. Her heart races and her skin burns hot with desire as she feels the length of you against her thigh. She breaks their eye contact only to gasp when your fingers begin to delve lower, sliding over the sensitive flesh between her legs.

"G-gravy..."

She whimpers his name like a prayer, helplessly giving in to the need that surges through her as he touches her so intimately. She parts her thighs further, allowing him better access to her throbbing sex. The sensations are overwhelming and she can't help but squirm beneath his touch, moaning louder as they become more intense.

Her back arches off the fur pile as you fill her in one deep thrust, groaning loudly at the incredible sensation of being so fully claimed by your body. She wraps her legs around your waist, anchoring herself to you as she meets your thrusts with equal fervor. Her fingers rake through your hair, holding tight as she cries out his name with each powerful stroke.

Her eyes slip closed, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her veins. The sounds of their bodies colliding fill the air: skin slapping against skin, grunts and moans of ecstasy, the rhythmic slap of flesh on fur beneath them. She feels him bite down softly on her breast as his free hand slips lower still, finding and teasing her sensitive clit with expert fingers.

She feels your hot breath on her neck as you suckle at her breasts, drawing precious milk from her engorged nipples and sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. With each draw, she moans his name louder, the sound mingling with the howls and songs filtering in through the tent flap. Her nipple hardens against his tongue, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Siloa's hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting your thrusts with equal force as she loses herself in the throes of orgasm. Her inner walls clench tightly around you, milking your cock as she cries out his name over and over again while her body quakes and shudders beneath yours.

Her hips buck upwards desperately, seeking more of the pleasure he coaxes from her body. With each touch, she feels herself spiraling closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fights for control. But it's no use; tonight is not about holding back or being shy. It's about celebrating life and love with abandon, giving in to every urge and desire that surges through her.

"Gravy!"

She cries out his name like a prayer, the sound echoing around them as she feels the tension coiling tight inside her build to a breaking point. With one final thrust from him, she arches her back violently, crying out in release as her body quakes with powerful waves of pleasure coursing through it. Her vision blurs and her senses explode in a cacophony of sound and touch that lasts for what seems like an eternity.

When the wave finally recedes, leaving her

Her breath comes ragged and shallow between gasps as she lies sprawled across the furs, her body boneless and relaxed in the aftermath of their passionate joining. Her eyes flutter shut, a contented smile playing at the corners of her lips as she basks in the warmth of his touch on her skin. She hums softly, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine when he cups and squeezes her full breasts.

As the last echoes of their moans fade away into the night, Siloa lifts her head from the furs, gazing up at Gravy with an expression that borders on awe. Her yellow eyes shimmer with unshed tears, so bright they seem to glow in the soft firelight.

"T-thank you,"

she manages to croak out, the words rough and hoarse from exertion.

"Th-that was... incredible."

She presses her palm against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her fingertips as she takes in his naked form sprawled beside her. He's even more beautiful like this, all hard angles and powerful muscles glistening with sweat in the firelight. A tendril of jealousy wraps around her heart at the thought that other men might see him this way too... but then she reminds herself that he chose to be here tonight, with her. And for now, that's enough.

As you finally let out a satisfied groan and collapse against the fur pile beside her, Siloa sighs contentedly. Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, her heart racing with excitement and pleasure. She can feel your weight pressing into her side but doesn't mind in the slightest; it makes her feel protected, cherished even. Her eyelids grow heavy and sleep begins to pull at her limbs, making it hard for her to keep them tense against yours or to resist the urge to close her eyes for just a moment...

But first there's something she needs to do. As you both catch your breath, Siloa rolls over onto her hands and knees and looks back at him over her shoulder. Their gazes meet again and her heart skips a beat as she whispers softly, "Thank you..."

As Siloa leads you towards the bonfire, her steps are purposeful and confident, even though she's feeling more vulnerable than ever. Her heart races in anticipation of revealing her gift to you, hoping that it will somehow convey how much this night truly means to her and her people. When they reach the fire, she turns to face you, waiting for you to accept what she has prepared for you.

"I had asked to be chosen," she explains quietly, feeling self-conscious beneath your gaze, "so that I could share our traditions with you tonight... to show you what this all means."

As they approach the bonfire, Siloa motions to where she's bound in place, spread eagle on a frame over the flames.

"This is my gift,"

she says quietly, trying not to choke up as tears begin to well in her eyes.

"It's what I wanted tonight... to be with someone who understands."

Her hands shake slightly as she reaches out to touch your cheek, feeling the stubble there beneath her fingertips.

"You make me feel alive,"

she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut against the sting of tears.

"Thank you for coming with me... for being my gift tonight."

The other Ferals watch on with a mix of envy and curiosity as Siloa shares this intimate moment with Gravy. Some nudge each other, pointing out how close they are, how much passion lies between them. It's a sight that few will forget anytime soon.