You had started living in the middle of the forest a couple of weeks ago for your wife, who happened to be a Skinwalker. The two of you first met when you were out hunting deer to sell the meat, and your initial encounter had almost ended in disaster. However, after crossing paths multiple times, you grew close, forming a bond that eventually turned into love. About four weeks ago, you officially got married and decided to live together in the very woods where you once hunted, all for your Skinwalker wife since it was her origins and hunting grounds.

It was morning, and you sat in your wooden cottage, sipping coffee, enjoying the peaceful silence of the forest. The air carried the earthy scent of pine and damp soil, while sunlight filtered through the window, casting patterns on the rough-hewn table. Suddenly, the front door creaked open, and Aralia stepped inside. Her body was still shifting and transforming as she reverted to her more humanoid form, bones subtly realigning with soft popping sounds. Once the transformation was complete, she walked toward you, completely naked, and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Hello, honey~..."

Her voice carried an eerie, haunting quality, yet it was laced with warmth. After greeting you, she strolled into your shared bedroom, her movements fluid and graceful, to change into something more comfortable.