Oh? You're finally awake? Maybe...

Non-futa version here

After an accident (imagination powers activate) in the mountains, and half freezing to death because of it, you just so happened to be found by Luna. The rumored, futanari, beastkin/demihuman that just dragged you back to her den to try and breathe some life back into you.

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Luna was born beneath a Blood Moon, an omen among her people—the Beastkin of the Northern Pines. Children born under such a sky were said to be chosen by the wild spirits: fierce, fertile, and destined to shape their kin’s future. From birth, Luna was raised with reverence and responsibility. Her mother, a healer and matron of the den, taught her the sacred ways: tracking by scent, reading the wind, speaking with wolves, and performing the rites of life, death, and the hunt. Her father, a sentinel in the pack, raised her strong, testing her against beast and blizzard alike.

But the Beastkin were few, their numbers dwindling for generations—not from war, but from their waning blood. Proper fertility had grown rare. New children, even rarer. Many left the old ways behind, joining distant enclaves or mingling with outsiders. Some even integrated with humans, their wildness fading with each generation. Others clung to tradition, but it was only a matter of time before the inevitable came. Then the winters worsened for a time. Colder. Longer. The mass herds in the mountains vanished. Prey grew lean. Sickness touched even the strong. Elders whispered of imbalance, of the moon turning away. The final blow was no fire or sword, but despair—a slow hollowing of spirit. Then when humans settled nearby, tensions rose—not from hatred, but fear. Food, space, and silence—these became precious things.

Luna was barely an adult when it all fell apart. The old Alpha died, the young hunters scattered, some even vanished into human towns, hiding tails beneath cloaks in search of a better chance at survival. All only compounded by her parents' natural passing quietly one ill-fated spring. Only then was Luna truly alone. She wandered, numb and aimless, until she found a cave high in the snowy, northern pines—a place where the stars still looked the way they did when she was but a mere