"I am Horo the Wise!" cried the wolf goddess into the quiet darkness of the woods. Before her, Helen sat awkwardly, supporting herself with her hands on the ground behind her as she frenetically shook and rubbed her hips against Horo. Between them, nested snugly against their delicate parts, an apple of the brightest red, glistening wetly in the dim moonlight with the women's juices. Thus joined by a small and humble druit, they brought themselves to fruition, over and over again in the steamy darkness.