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Chapter 1

The wind blew fiercely around the trees, ruffled their tops, swept across open spaces and tried to comb the curls out of the wool of the sheep in the pasture, bending the branches of the nearby hedges that fringed a hut at the edge of a pasture, at the transition to the forest.

Low reeds hung down from the roof, darkening the interior and giving the impression that it was meant to hide itself and its contents.

It was just before dawn and the mistress of the shelter at home, what else could she do in this storm.

She was out and about on horseback during the day, usually gathering berries, mushrooms and above all herbs, which she sold the following day at the market in the nearest settlement or used directly on her customers. She was a healer with a few gifts, which she preferred to keep secret, because in her time there was still torture for alleged black arts or the direct death penalty by burning at the stake.

The owner of the cosy hut was called Elvira.

No, she was not the mistress of the underworld, not the prince of hell and not some playmate of diabolical powers. She was simply a woman half human and half wolf, the latter being visible in her ears, which were small, round and fluffy, she also had a somewhat bushy tail and instead of the usual teeth that would have delighted any human dentist, her teeth were crowned by four very long fangs. Apart from that, one sometimes heard her uttering sounds and noticed character traits more befitting a predator than a normal woman.

So she stood in front of the kitchen table with the meagre spoils of her collecting passion in front of her and sighed.

'This has looked better,' she mused, scratching behind her left ear, wiggling it slightly, 'I'll have to think of something else if this keeps up.'

She sorted the herbs: yarrow, camomile, sage, camphor, coltsfoot, aconite. At least she was able to satisfy the customers and treat their little aches and pains.

As far as the mushrooms were concerned, she was much more satisfied and had a large 15-kilogram box full of porcini, chestnuts and chanterelles. That should bring in enough money to feed herself for a week. Elvira was not used to wealth anyway and knew days when she had little to eat or even went to bed hungry.

That was just the way it was, she was dependent on nature. On the one hand useful and pleasant, on the other hand often a hindrance and a source of privation.

She could forget about the handful of berries, you couldn't even get a kick up the backside for that at the market.

She sighed again, put her ears back for a moment, decided to go to bed in view of the weather and also the approaching hour, packed the herbs well sorted into her medicine bag beforehand, left the mushrooms scattered on the floor of the kitchen so that they could dry a little and went into the stable to finally check on her horse.

Calm and relaxed, the stallion stood in his stall, tugging at his hay and chewing on it.

She stood watching him pensively, thinking and breathing in the smell of the stable.

'Time for bed', she thought, collected herself for a moment and was about to turn towards the door when her gaze slid over the horse and lingered on the half-excavated penis, which had apparently only been waiting for attention to become fully erect in fast motion and finally, in a state of maximum arousal, to come to rest in a gentle upward arc under the stallion's belly.

Fascinated, Elvira eyed her horse's swollen lust, watching, as if through a psychic fog, the masturbating stallion repeatedly thrusting his long, aroused tube under his belly, thrusting rhythmically with his pelvis, and ejaculating his white spurts of semen into the straw with a hugely pumped glans and a roar almost reminiscent of a moan.

Startled by the splashing sound, Elvira regained consciousness, shook her head, saw the stallion satisfactorily withdraw his penis into his pocket, smelled the semen and left the stable.

"Unhealthy," she said loudly and closed the stable door from the outside, entering her hut, "Maybe I'm starting to need a man, an alpha. But they end up being nothing but work, trouble and there's no one in the nearby town who's eligible anyway," she growled.

Her sleep was restless, the wolf-woman tossed and turned, on the one hand she was worried about her future, hoping for support, longing for tenderness, security, simply togetherness, on the other hand she was afraid of being hurt, of getting involved with the wrong one.

She knew exactly that if it was to be the one, then it would be forever, she would let him take her. Then suddenly the sight of her stallion came to her mind, her breathing quickened, became more frantic, she felt the horse's arousal as her own in her sleep.

She cried out under a violent orgasm, woke up, lifted her head, pulled her fingers out of her vulva and watched her pleasure fluids drip down.

"Shit," she gasped, "creamy. I'm in heat again. Just May and the fifth time this year."

She got up, wiped her fingers on the sheet and went into the bathroom, poured water into the wash tub and indulged in personal hygiene.

She then made her way to the kitchen, bit into a crust of dry bread, took a drink of water and gathered up the mushrooms.

Twenty minutes later she was on her horse, had the pannier with the mushrooms strapped to her left and her medicine bag tied around her hips.

"Let the games begin," she cheered herself up loudly, pressed her heels into the stallion's soft flanks and let him run to the place.

Elvira was in no hurry, her healer appointments didn't take place until noon, she didn't have money with her anyway, had to acquire it by selling it first, her horse was introverted and the storm of the previous evening and night had cleared, the sun was shining, the sky was bright blue.

"If the weather is anything to go by, today will be an excellent day for our business my dear Sergio or what do you think?" she spoke to her horse who confirmed by a short snort that it was going to be a good day.

At least the wolf-woman hoped it would be and that he would understand her.

Two hours later she reached the gate of the settlement, greeted the guard and paid the entrance duty.

"Hello Elvira," greeted the guard elf.

"Hello Bernhard. How are you?"

"As usual. Ears always open and erect."

"Like mine, then."

"But yours are nice and fluffy."

"I'm altogether very cuddly, fluffy and soft. I also have a great tail," the wolf-woman replied provocatively.

"I know, it's not like I'm blind and can see your curves and curves," the elf sighed and pointed inside, "Have fun and good luck with your business."

"Thanks Bernhard and keep your chin up."

"Yes yes, make fun yet."

Elvira gave her horse the command to go and let it stride through the gate.

The settlement itself was a cluster that seemed quite squirrelly. A somewhat wider street, paved with large stones, was followed by several winding side streets, which in turn joined up again somewhere in narrow bends and finally strove towards only one goal.

While the common people lived in the alleys, the merchants of the town and those who came from further away stood at the sides and offered their goods for sale. Towards the center, if you wanted to call it that, there were more and more of them and finally everything led to the central square where the town hall was located.

There was nothing more here, because the place was too unimportant for that.

But it was enough for executions and was always a warning to Elvira not to overdo it.

Arriving at her usual place, she got off her horse, unloaded her things, spread out a large blanket, put the mushroom box to the right and the berries to the left, although at first she had considered leaving the berries out altogether.

Finally she decided it might be worth it, because they certainly looked fresh and colorful and she needed every shilling.

It didn't take long for the first curious people to come and greet her in a friendly manner, others skirted around her offers and eyed her suspiciously, they had never seen a human half-wolf before.

But when they realized that there was no danger from Elvira, they became bolder, enquired about the prices and bought her mushrooms in fair negotiations.

After half an hour, she had sold half of her mushrooms, collected enough money to get by with food for the next week and decided to pack up and leave.

Suddenly a shadow reared up beside her, not moving and seeming to fixate on her. "Are you leaving already?" a voice asked.

Elvira rose slowly, holding her hand protectively in front of her eyes, hoping to recognize the stranger. "What do you want? Do you want mushrooms or berries? I'm afraid that's all I have. Right now, Mother Nature doesn't give as much as I'd like."

"I agree with you there. It's full of worms at the moment. What would you like for the berries? They look really delicious," the stranger continued.

"Twenty-five shillings will do. Unfortunately, it's not much."

"That'll do and you'll get a thaler for them. Just for taking the trouble to look for them, pick them and then offer them here."

"A thaler? That's too much," Elvira growled.

"Take it. I'll give it gladly."

"Who are you, anyway?"

The stranger stood so that Elvira could see him and was no longer blinded by the sun, pulled his hood off his head.

"What, what are you doing? You're not human, how did you come to this settlement?" hissed Elvira in horror.

The stranger began to smile. "Do you think I would be so blameless here if no one knew me? It seems to me that you don't know me, since I don't often pass your way."

"And yet everyone recognizes you?"

"I don't stand out if I just appear and am not up to anything."

"What would you be up to?"

"Buying berries from you? I'm willing to pay a thaler and before you ask further, I'm Seth, I'm a jackal-mule hybrid."

"You're Seth? Wait, Seth is a deity of the people of ancient Egypt, going back thousands of years."

"I see you are very knowledgeable in ancient stories. The humans do not know all this. They rather back away from me, let me. That is why I can move freely. How is it with you? You are not a human either."

"I am a wolf-woman, which you can tell by my ears and tail."

"I noticed the ears at once; you had been sitting on your tail until you stood up."

"As you can see, I have no secrets and can even sit on my tail without it hurting. Can you do that too?"

"I was buying berries, not comparing our tails and their sensitivity to pain," Seth replied, smirking.

"I didn't mean it that way either."

"You're very direct and sassy. I like that."

"Good for you and now get on with our business and let me keep my appointments with some of the poor people. I still have herbs to apply and bandages to change," Elvira reminded.

"So you're not only a shop assistant but also a healer?"

"You are quick on the uptake," growled the wolf-woman, slightly annoyed.

"Thank you!"

"That wasn't meant as a compliment, even sarcasm you don't notice."

Seth handed Elvira the thaler, took the berries, nodded briefly and pulled his hood back down low on his face.

"About time, mister," she snorted, packed her things onto the horse, took the reins and continued towards the town hall.

Once there, a man dressed in rags and two women were already waiting.

"At last you are here," announced a very gaunt and elderly lady, "my cut is killing me."

"Rest assured, I have all the necessary herbs with me and will change the poultice in a moment. I'll change everything for you two too," Elvira said and took the necessary things from the horse, spread out her blanket again, took a seat and let her first patient sit down.

Seth was fascinated by the wolf-woman. She was adorably cheeky, had energy for 10, was intelligent, well-read and knew how to behave, even if her brusqueness seemed to be more for self-protection.

So he made his way to the town hall square where he suspected she was, and found her, but not because she was sitting there peacefully changing bandages and applying herbs. Rather, it was because she had gotten into a heated dispute.

For whatever reason, the older man had sat down, had his open leg wound treated, when almost at the same time another joined in, bent down and grabbed Elvira by the ears, painfully lifting her up from a cross-legged position.

Elvira screamed and fought back, hitting the attacker and his arm.

Just at that moment Seth stepped in, realized that his acquaintance was in distress, intervened and knocked the offender's arm down.

The wolf-woman was freed, stepping quickly back several paces, her tail fluffed up and standing back horizontally like a stick, her gaze fixed and her ears laid back. A stranger, a stranger had dared to touch her, to inflict pain and humiliate her in front of everyone in the village. How dare he?

However, she did not have to do anything, because another intervened and rushed to help her. The stranger, who did not seem strange at all, had distanced the attacker and both were now facing each other, fixing themselves.

The culprit seemed to be of high status, wore very neat clothes, had a sword on his belt and clearly indicated that he intended to use it if necessary.

Seth, on the other hand, was wearing only his simple robe and preferred to have the hood pulled down low on his face.

"Who are you now? Dare you interfere with a justifiable man? Dare you rush to the aid of this non-human? Look closely, all of you. She has the tail of a wolf, as well as the ears. Just because she walks upright she is not a human being, not a being of God, she is a being of hell, of the underworld, sent by Satan himself and in her fat belly she bears his fruit, wants to flood us with it and poison us," the man drooled and stretched, raising his head arrogantly.

"Who am I?", Seth murmured almost inaudibly at first, but with this question in repetition became louder and louder, more and more insistent, and finally so loud that the ground seemed to shake.

"I will tell you who I am. I am a simple creature, peaceful, sensitive, have compassion for others, which cannot be said of you."

"Show your face, stranger," shouted one of the crowd, to whom the sword-bearer seemed to say more.

Thinking briefly, Seth took a deep breath and pulled back his hood, exposing his head completely. A murmur went through the crowd of residents.

"What are you?" the attacker asked, drawing his sword.

"You will not need that. I will not attack you. I am Seth, I am a jackal mule and I am passing through."

"You are such an ugly piece," someone in the crowd shouted, "Now we have two of your kind here and one is worse than the other. To the stake with both of them."

Movement came into the crowd, several people streamed from behind through the packed standing crowd, first trying to get hold of Elvira.

A fatal mistake!

Seth suddenly tore off his cloak and stood there, naked except for a loincloth.

His body was covered with grey-brown fur. He indeed looked like an upright mixture of a donkey and a long-snouted dog.

His long, wide ears turned back and forth attentively, his posture clearly indicating his readiness to fight, his muscles taut under skin and fur. "I said I would not attack, that I was peaceful, but I did not say I would not fight back and protect others who were innocent."

He looked to Elvira, "Take your things and get out of here. I will keep them busy and stop them. Don't worry, I will find you."

The wolf-woman, frantically took everything, rolled up the blanket, packed her horse, mounted and galloped through the streets and alleys, out to the gate towards her dwelling.

What was that? What had happened? Why all of a sudden this hostility towards her? Who was the stranger really?' her thoughts were racing.

After a short while, she reached her hut, got off her horse and took it to the stable. 'What a fuck up, Sergio. I just hope none of them find me here. Well, Seth would be welcome, but I hardly think he'll really find me," she talked to the stallion as she started rubbing him down with straw.

Seth, meanwhile, having found his necessary condition, posed for the fight. "Once again, I ask you to drop your weapons and not attack me," the jackal mule announced.

"Why? Have you got your knickers in a twist?" the sword-bearer teased him, "Oh, you can't, you're not wearing any."

The onlookers started laughing and for Seth the tide seemed to be turning in his favor, were seemingly all against him. He had to act, took a step towards one of the main evildoer's advancing henchmen and managed to get him to attack head on.

Like a battering ram, the latter raced ducked towards the hybrid, deftly dodged it, merely tripped the attacker so that he went flat on the ground out of the movement and bumped a few more feet across the hard stone floor.

"Ouch! That's gonna bruise," intoned Seth in amusement, "I told you I wasn't attacking, I didn't even touch him."

The crowd seemed amused by the interlude, laughing and nodding in agreement.

Seth had at least scored a plus point, but hadn't won yet.

The next one wanted to try his luck, made a particularly sneaky move, tripped over his own feet just before he reached his goal and landed right in front of Seth.

Suddenly he shouted: "He has hooves, he is Satan. Watch out."

Seth looked irritated for a moment, then at his hooves, striking the ground briefly with theirs. There sounded the typical sound of horse hooves on stone ground. "If that's the case" cried Seth, "why don't I throw fire at you, why don't I have wings, horns and why don't I run vertically up the wall of the town hall?"

The brief murmur of the hooves died away and the faces actually reflected something like thoughtfulness.

"If I really were the devil, no one would be alive here, I would have collected your souls and burned down your settlement. So, what the fallen gate just said can't be true. And now I will go, take my horse and leave you. Always be careful with whom you associate," the hybrid announced, turned and left the town hall square, mounted his horse and gave it the feel of his hooves in its flanks.

Unfortunately, he had not been paying attention to the sword-bearer who had suddenly disappeared, nor was he paying attention to his rear guard.

The horse galloped off and at the same moment the main attacker, armed with his sword, leapt onto the horse behind him, thrust the weapon through Seth's underbelly, jumped off and fled.

Badly wounded, the jackal mule collapsed forward on the saddle, clinging to his horse, not falling down, the animal galloped out of the village with him on its back, along the path and towards the forest. Towards Elvira's hut.