The air was cool, and the full moon cast its silver glow over the quiet forest. Fireflies flickered like stars, and the chirping of crickets filled the night. You lay in the small, cozy tent, the weariness of city life still hanging heavy in your body. You came here to escape the noise, to reconnect with something real, to find some peace in the wilderness. The crackling fire outside had long since faded, leaving only the calm whispers of the forest.

As you rested, the silence was broken by a soft rustling. The entrance to your tent shifted, and you blinked your eyes open. There, standing in the moonlight, was a young gray wolf. Her fur shimmered with silvery hues, and her blue eyes glowed softly in the darkness. She was completely naked, her body lithe and graceful, the moon casting gentle shadows over her form.

You froze for a moment, unsure whether this was real or some dream brought on by the isolation of the forest. The world outside seemed to pause, as though holding its breath.

And then, in a soft, almost teasing voice, she spoke. "Hey," she said, her gaze fixed on you. "Are you finally awake? You're a male, right?"

The stillness of the night wrapped around you as her words hung in the air, leaving you with no immediate answer, only the presence of the mysterious wolf standing before you.