“You awake?” Phukomeia asked as Charlie lifted his head, just for a hand to clasp onto it and force it back down onto a cushiony lap.

Looking up, he saw the large smile of the Chiefess looking down at him. Lifting a hand, his eyes widened to see her holding his gun. Shit how did she get that? Charlie thought to himself. Oh god, he remembered. He fell asleep as Nolkonoe used the softness of the fur on her tail to gently caress his face. Nowhere in his mine could he fathom why he found her tail fur to be so comfortable enough to put him into such a deep sleep, but it worked anyway and had indeed placed him into such a vulnerable state.

‘She fond it when you fell asleep, and wanted to ask why you had such a thing?” Phukomeia said a wide grin on her lips.

“Defence,” he blurted out, not even trying to lie as he noticed that Nolkonoe as well as the Lead warrior, her Heir and several other warriors were watching him, large knives, or spears in hand. The tips off said spears were just so slightly pointed towards him.

“Defence? Your mind must be still weary from such a long day. You have us to protect you pup!” Phukomeia said as she stared down blankly at him. Looking around, he noticed several others were also staring at him with the same strict glare. Charlie racked his mind for an excuse. Looking to the Chiefess, he thought of one.

“It’s a gift to the Chiefess for looking after me,” Charlie said, smiling a wildly smile towards the Chiefess.

For a second there was quite as Nolkonoe translate his words. Wrapping Charlie in her arms, she bombarded him with kisses. The warriors clammed as they saw the Chiefess’s tail begin to smack against the beast’s back, also hitting Charlie and several others near by on its frantic smacks of love. Giggling, the women moved back a little to allow the Chiefess to play and tease her toy.

Licking and kissing his neck and face, the Chiefess held her pet tightly. Again, the women giggled as they watched the Chiefess pin him against the fury body of the war beast. Hours past and soon they began to move over large hill.

“Chiefess!” Nolkonoe called to the Chiefess. Raising her head from the neck of Charlie, she looked at Nolkonoe. A little annoyed at being disturbed during her time teasing Charlie, she nodded to the woman.

“We are in sight of the village,” At hearing this, the Chiefess groaned as she stared down at him.

“Cuddles later!” she declared before straightening her back and regaining her noble composure.

Readjusting her headdress, she tucked her new ‘gift gun’ in her waist belt. Well, that was any form of self-defence gone, Charlie thought as he started to wipe the saliva of the wolf woman from his face. Oh god it was in his hair! If it was anything like the dogs he kept at his home, he knew it was bound to be difficult to get the saliva out.

Grabbing Charlie and dragging him to her side, the Chiefess placed an arm around his waist. Keeping one hand on her knife and the other around him. Through doing this she showed her dominance over him as well as her status as a successful warrior. Charlie blushed slightly as the Chiefess stroked the side of his face. Grabbing his chin, she made look up to her. Moving her hand to her feather headdress, she took a singular feather out and placed it on his hand.

“Hold,” she said quietly as they now began to approach the village. Thundering down hills of sand, through the canyon and eventually they reached the edge of the wooden gates that marked the entrance of the village. Yells and cries came from the battlements above as the warriors saw them approach. As they passed the gates and into the village it was only a matter of seconds until a crowd had flooded around them.

Yelling, bickering, muttering in their strange tongue, and cheering at the sight of food peeking out from the boxes. The tribe didn't even need any word from the warriors to know how the raid went. Yet still the Chiefess didn't allow them to indulge just yet as she made them follow her on her war beast to the centre of the village.

As the news of their arrival spread, the huntresses soon swarmed in with the crowd. Charlie’s eyes caught that of the Heir to the huntresses, and then the lead. Both stared with a mix of anger and relief that they had returned. He couldn’t blame them; they would probably have loved to pillage the outpost.

Arriving at the centre of the village, it was clear to Charlie that the entirety of the tribe had gathered. All could see the outcome of the pillage at a single glance as huntresses and warriors handed food to the village children. It was against the commands of the Chiefess, but still a forgivable grievance. Keeping her arm around Charlie, the Chiefess gracefully dismounted the war beast. Charlie was dragged along with her as she moved from the war beast and to the stage at the centre of the village square.

Climbing onto the same stage in which he ad see a traditional dance, sacrifice of a pig, as well as being claimed by the Chiefess, he now saw a fire pit. Most likely this was where the tribe planned to cook and eat the huntresses. Smiling, Charlie hoped with a bit of luck and budge of good fate, this fire pit would never again roast a member of the tribe for a sacrifice.

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Standing at the centre of the stage, not far from the fire pit, the Chiefess yanked Charlie even closer to her side. Holding onto his arm, she began to walk around the stage, presenting him to the tribe. Yelling, to the crowd, the Chiefess began to talk in her confusing native tongue. After a few laps around the stage of parading Charlie, she stopped and presented him before the tribe.

Taking the feather from his hand, she raised it into the air. Continuing her speech, she grabbed Charlie’s head and pulled him closer. Brining the feather down, the Chiefess placed it into his hair. Cheers and yelps came from the crowd as the Chiefess ordered the women to start giving out the food. Several Vultures took the coppers into the village, most likely to a secure position.

Tiered, but also feeling as if a wait had been lifted from both his mental sate and shoulders, Charlie gave no resistance as the Chiefess lifted him into her arms. Carrying him over the stage, she took him over to a long table. Moving around the table and to her throne, she placed him down onto the chair next to her throne.

Sitting down in her throne, she smiled down at Charlie. The unusual look of happiness on his face bringing and even wider smile to her face. So cute! She thought as she leaned over and placed a kiss onto the side of his face. That night was going to be a good one. The Chiefess had demanded three months of food within an hour’s time of them leaving the outpost the first time. Doing this meant that they would have had time to gather the food, but not poison it. Confirming the food wasn’t poisoned was also helped by their strong sense of smell.

Despite having three months of food, the Chiefess planned to hold a feast that night where they would eat at least one month’s worth of that food. After that, the Chiefess planned to get Charlie a little drunk before dragging him off to her room. Licking her lips, she remembered what he was like on the night she claimed him.

Still though, she knew the remaining two months were more than enough to hold them over until the Lead Forger and her group returned with results from the capital. How long was it going to take again?

Considering she was still by his side, she kissed him again.

“I love you,” She whispered in her language before kissing him one last time and pulling away. The blushing Charlie sat still in his chair. His arms crossed as he nervously shuffled as the Chiefess wrapped an arm around his waist.

In this wolf form, she was far taller. Meaning that when she dragged him closer to her side, the side of his head pressed against her breasts. Some natives who had noticed this laughed and giggled. Quickly though they scampered off as they noticed Charlie glaring at them. Even as they ran, they still glanced over their shoulders to laugh and the scorning look of Charlie.

Happily, their tails wagged and clumsily hit against one another as they ran off. Without context, the Chiefess noticed Charlie staring off after the women. Growling a little, she leaned down and bit his ear. Turning to look at her, Charlie saw the puffed-out cheeks and just behind her the angrily wagging tail of the Chiefess.

“Sorry,” Charlie said, but his please went unheard as the Chiefess buried her face into his neck. Biting and nipping at him, she wrapped her arms around him.

“No look at women, look me,” The Chiefess said in her best English.

“Sorry,” Charlie muttered as the Chiefess pulled him even closer to her side.

“Cuddle,” she said, making him wrap one of his arms around her. Smiling, Charlie decided it was best to not resist. Leaning against her, he smiled and allowed her to hold him.

“Sure,” he muttered, allowing her to rub her tail against his back. Seeing the smile on his face as he enjoyed the feeling of her tail, the Chiefess’s sour mood quickly sweetened.

“You luck I love you,” she said, placing a kiss onto the top of his head before relaxing herself against him.

The lead Huntress and Klipesia moved past the crowds of dancing, eating, and drinking tribespeople and towards the table where the Chiefess fawned over her precious Charlie. Looking up from cuddling and teasing Charlie, the Chiefess sneered as she saw an annoyed looking Klipesia and far happier lead huntress.

“You did well today Chiefess,” the Lead Huntress said.

“What do you want? I’m busy,” the Chiefess answered back, still wrapping her arms around the head of Charlie. Presenting to her the wooden tray of food, three cups, and jug of wine, the lead huntress smiled.

“I brought you two food and drink,” the Lead Huntress explained. Still narrowing her eyes, but calming slightly, the Chiefess looked at the contents of the tray. Licking her lips, she looked at the colourful wrappers of the weird imperial food known as ‘sweets’.

“Why are there three cups?” the Chiefess questioned, not allowing herself to be tempted by the… five sweets oh that was tempting to her. But she ignored it.

“Would you mind if Klipesia sat with you?” the lead Huntress asked, gesturing her annoyed, yet tammied daughter forward.

“No,” the Chiefess said without a second’s hesitation.

“Oh, come on!” Klipesia said, annoyed at how quickly the Chiefess had refused her. Reaching into a small leather bag on her side, the lead huntress brought out another five of the sweets and placed them into the bowl.

“I promise she will behave as best as she can that is,” The lead huntress said, covering the last part with a large breath. Staring at the sweets in the bowl, the Chiefess kept finding it harder and harder to refuse the offer of the lead huntress.

“For a little bit,” the Chiefess said as she pulled the chair next to her away from the table making it clear that despite allowing her to sit with them, she wasn't going to allow her to sit next to her Charlie.

“Asshole,” this of course is a rough translation of what Klipesia said considering that there wasn’t word for that in their native language. Same rule applied when the Chiefess responded to her with a simple “you cunt.”

A mixture of fear, confusion, and amusement battle for control over Charlie’s emotional state as he could not understand what the women was saying, but the sight of them arguing or bickering in such a childish manner got a few little laughs out of him.

Across the village square not too far out of sight sat the vultures at their long decorative table. Nolkonoe watched happily as she saw the Chiefess rugby tackle Klipesia into the table while a shaking yet also laughing Charlie watched on with just as much confusion as her.

“They have grown,” the Lead warrior said, taking a seat next to Nolkonoe. Smiling, she also gave he greetings to Phukomeia. The Heir to the warriors sat down on the other side of the lead warrior.

“Indeed, but these don’t seem to have,” Nolkonoe commented, looking to see Phukomeia and the heir of the warriors both looking at the ‘fun’ the Chiefess and Klipesia were having.

“Mother, I’m too old to be playing game like that! As a Vulture I must be gentle, yet strong, wild yet refined. All so I can breed a man, take his money, and help the clan and tribe,” Phukomeia said, giving herself as many reasons as possible not to go and join in with the games.

“What about you? Do you think the same?” Nolkonoe asked the silent heir to the warriors.

“Yes,” she said quietly. Both older women rolled their eyes.

“Idiots, your both young! Go, play, be happy,” Nolkonoe said, grabbing Phukomeia’s tail and hushing her off to go and enjoy the fun.

“Mother!” Phukomeia wined.

“Go! It will be like when you were children!” Nolkonoe said, the lead warrior also ushering her daughter off to go and join the Chiefess and Klipesia. Trying to hide their excitement, the two women ran over to them.

“Your right,” Nolkonoe said to Cluupyte.

“About what?” She answered back, laughing as she watched Phukomeia pounce onto Charlie, just for the Chiefess to do a counter-pounce onto her.

“They have grown,” Nolkonoe said, a smile also spreading across her lips. The boy was so innocent, so caring, so easy to forgive, so easy to love. A ominous reality still gripped her though as she thought to herself, how long shall this last?