After the day had ended, Kaer was given a tent for rest. A young and beautiful werewolf woman led Kaer inside.
"I took care of the cleaning and arrangement of the interior; please tell me if everything is satisfactory and if you need anything else. My name is Scaphya," the woman said with a wide smile.
Inside Kaer's tent was a large bed covered with a bearskin, a table with food and drink, and a tub filled with water.
"Thank you, Scaphya. My name is Kaer."
"Call me if you want to go for a walk, either within the settlement or through the forest."
"Would it bother you if I went out now?"
"On the contrary, it would be my great pleasure," Scaphya answered, smiling again.
"Then let's go; I'll rest afterward."
As they exited the tent, Kaer stopped to talk with a group of children. Then he took Scaphya's hand.
"Do you like children?" Scaphya asked.
"Yes, I like them very much. Do you have children?"
"Not yet. So far, I've only met men from our tribe, and love has not blossomed for me."
"I have never met a werewolf woman; your presence is enchanting."
"Thank you," Scaphya answered, blushing.
As they walked, Kaer and Scaphya shared stories from their lives. Kaer learned about the traditions and daily life of the werewolf tribe, while Scaphya listened intently to his stories of adventure and magic.
"Will we be able to stay together longer?"
"I hope so, Kaer. I too enjoy your company," Scaphya said.
She was an agile woman; her muscles rippled as she moved with grace, and her eyes were a piercing green, gleaming with intelligence and something deeper—a wild longing.
Kaer drew Scaphya closer and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with a passion that surprised them both. Scaphya's scent was a mixture of earth and wild flowers, with an undertone of desire.
"I'm sorry," she apologized and stepped back.
"There's no reason to apologize; I was the one who kissed you," Kaer said.
"We've been gone too long. The others might wonder where we are," she said, starting back toward the settlement.
Kaer followed her.
"Are you allowed to come to my tent at night?" Kaer asked.
"I am allowed, because I have no husband. But I prefer to come quietly. You're not thinking of a lasting relationship and only want an adventure. You're probably curious to see how wild a werewolf woman becomes when she makes love."
"Would there be something wrong with that?"
"If we both want the same thing, then the act is consummated between willing partners."
"I desire you."
"Then let's do this; I will come."
"Then we'll see each other later, Scaphya."
"Yes, goodbye, Kaer."
Later that night, Scaphya slipped quietly into Kaer's tent and settled onto the bed.
Kaer kissed Scaphya as they removed their clothes, his lips finding hers, then the curve of her neck. She sighed softly in response.
"Do you like this?" Kaer asked, his touch gentle yet certain.
"Yes," Scaphya answered, her breath quickening.
There was a primal harmony between them—the careful strength of his hands, the responsive grace of her body. She moved with the confidence of someone entirely comfortable with herself and her desires.
Scaphya rose and straddled him, taking control with a natural authority.
"Now it's my turn," she said, her eyes gleaming in the lamplight.
Kaer watched her with fascination. The way she moved, the fluid power of her form, the wild beauty of her expression—it captivated him completely. He reached for her, and she leaned into his touch.
"You were amazing," Scaphya said later, breathing heavily.
"It's been a while for me," Kaer admitted.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of you. You just need to relax. I'll handle the rest," she said, a knowing smile on her lips.
Afterward, they lay entwined, the warmth of their connection settling into something deeper than mere physical desire.
"You're welcome in my arms anytime, and I will be happy to spend time with you," Scaphya said before she eventually departed, slipping back out into the night as quietly as she had come.
The forest held its breath around them, and somewhere in the darkness, the howl of wolves echoed through Black Wildwood—a sound that belonged to this wild, untamed world.