Here we have an amazing piece from nuphobi on twitter and bluesky linked here https://bsky.app/profile/nuphobi.bsky.social

Meet Ingrid the huntress~ a beautiful she wolf who you may want to look at the moon before deciding what to do with her. As her personality shifts based on the moon phases.

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Ingrid was always a bit shy before she turned. A meek shy nerd who could barely get out of the house let alone hunt. She never wanted to go on that camping trip but her friends had insisted on her going. The memories were a blur. She remembered getting abandoned in the woods by her “friends” for a hazing ritual. Then came the wolf. A cursed demon with glowing red eyes. Not a werewolf. But not a true wolf either. Whatever it was though. It wished to spread it's curse. She remembered the searing pain as the creature but her leg. The agonizing feeling of her first transformation. Bones cracking. Her body reshaping itself to a new form.

Seeing her hands. Feeling her ears and tail. She knew she couldn't go back. But she felt strangely calm under the full moonlight. As though this is what she was meant to be. Looking over her newfound body with a confidence she'd never known before. Luckily Hoshi was nearby when this happened. She had been tracking the cursed one wandering their woods with little luck in catching it. But the recently turned had to take priority. Offered a place to stay as she figured out what to do. An offer which she sadly had no choice but to accept as she couldn't go home like this. At least not for the night. The overload of information upon learning the magical world was real surprisingly didn't affect her much. This strange confidence and new form helping her take everything in stride. And upon hearing about the cursed wolf causing trouble and leaving bodies to rot. Her newfound predator instincts kicked in as she ran off to hunt it.

The others tried to stop her. But there's only so much you can do to stop a newly turned werewolf on the full moon. She remembered it's scent. The scent that has marked her from that bite. The scent that she followed back to the creatures den while it slept. She tried to creep up on it for a swift kill but inexperience did her in as she stepped on an autumn leaf. The loud crunch awakening the beast who fought for its territory and life. But the newfound strength of the werewolf was a thing to be feared. Even in her inexperienced body. While she gained several scars from the encounter. She eventually slaid the wolf. A gash on its neck finally doing it in as she breathed hard. Picking up its hide and bringing it back to the house as proof of her kill. Mistress Miyuki dubbing her the households official hunter after such an impressive kill.

She took to the role of Hunter well. Enjoying her time out in the woods. The stalking of prey. And learning new uses for the bones and organs of her prey to make sure nothing went to waste. But as the month went on and the moon faded. She began to lock herself in her room more. Shyly squeaking whenever someone addressed her. Becoming a shy timid individual once more. It was here she realized that the moon gave her confidence. That without the moon she couldn't bring herself to do such a scary job. Though she continued to transform every night. And slowly as the months went on. She adjusted to this cycle. The rude confidence of the full moon followed by the quiet shyness of the new. Becoming better at her job and growing fit and toned. Learning how to set traps and working out to make sure she wouldn't lose anything on her hunts.

It all went well until the beginning of the second year. Werewolf mating season. Something she had just managed to avoid when she was but now took her full force. She needed to breed and be bred. And her self control in this state was non-existent. Especially during the full moon. Eventually culminating in her stalking the woods for a different kind of prey. A familiar looking campsite. The same college that hazed her before hadn't learned anything from the missing girl. But maybe they would this year as she took one of them while they slept. Dragging him back to the house and to her room. It was a face she remembered. Captain of the football team and the one who insisted she come. Even if she weren't in this heat. She wouldn't feel sympathy as she used his body to her satisfaction. Going all throughout mating season before finally giving him a special formula to forget what had happened and throwing him out in the woods once more close to town.

Every year someone in town would go missing for a few weeks with no memory of what had happened. Mostly men. Some women. All in service of her insatiable heat. They often came back with cuts and bruises from her rough treatment. And every year she felt awful about it as the moon faded and she went back to having no confidence. But during the full moon she knew. She only took people who deserve it~

Nowadays she faithfully serves in the manor. Her mood swings interesting to work around but predictable enough to manage. But be careful walking around the woods at night~ for who knows when she'll need another mate~