Oh... A shy, big and burly bearshifter butch who spots you working in your garden, smells your sweat and sees the way your stomach rolls when you bend over; who's only on the way down to the south and who shouldn't stay in this too-densely populated area you live in lest she be spotted-
But you... You smell so sweetly, look so homely - she can't help but stick around for another few weeks at the very least. Who leaves you little trinkets and flowers, who chases the fox who took one of your chickens out of its own territory, who scares the boars and bucks away from your fruit and vegetables, all the while she can't even greet you when you cross paths at the local grocery store. Who has to leave, eventually - but who comes back just before winter breaks; and gifts you a whole deer, raw and bloodied on your doorstep, to make sure you don't lose an ounce off the roundness in your cheeks. (Who might finally approach you, then, and offer to process it for you - or who might finally lose her patience and do something stupid and hasty to secure her mate before spring creeps back into her den-)