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1353 Days before the Mating Moon Zyra Momay. I liked her name, just thinking it heated my blood. But she had that effect on all of us. She was an earthen creature. And the cloths the other women wore caused her skin to redden. So, she wore only scanty hide robes. Letting her lush curves spill from the garment beckoningly. But she didn’t care. She’d walk fearlessly into the middle of our campfires at night to partake of food, heedless of the wolfish stares she received. They all know they can’t touch her anyway. Every one of them wanted inside her under the Mating Moon. But Zyra possessed magic. She could both blend into any background and become invisible. As well as when discomforted she could generate lightning currents which kept predatory males from sticking a c**k anywhere near