A small group does

After a few hours you hear the sounds of something large walking through the woods. You grab your rifle and take a look. It's a group of the Ilfesh. One male and four females. They appear scared but determined.

You announce your presence to them and approach. The male cautiously goes up to you. "I.. that is, we, wish to join your herd."

You look past him at the four very curvy females behind him and smile internally. "You are welcome to join. My permanent camp is only a few days travel from here." He nods in agreement. "What is your name," you ask.

"Bruno," he responds, "And these are Betsy, Ellia, Rubia, and Patsy."

You begin the trek back home and appraise your new companions. Bruno bears little similarity to the bestial alpha. He looks, for all intents and purposes, like a short, round human with the small rounded animal ears that his whole species shares. He has short black hair. He stands slightly taller than the three females but is still substantially shorter than you.

The next tallest is Patsy. She has strawberry blonde hair. The females all have very similar body sizes, but if you had to guess you would say that she has the largest breasts and smallest but. She is the oldest of the group and the other females look to her.

Ellia and Rubia are twin sisters. They have the same light brown hair. You hear them chattering more than the others. You put them in the middle for size and age.

The youngest and shyest is Betsy. She has blonde, almost gold, hair. She may have the smallest boobs, but she makes up for it with the biggest booty. Even amongst the shy Ilfesh, she stands out for her timidness.

Ilfesh, you think to yourself, another awkward name. Bovines. They do look like they have features similar to cattle and it's much less awkward to say. You change the name in your translator.

You overhear something one or the twins said that sparks your interest. "I wonder if he is going to mate with us." The other one responds, "It would be his right as the alpha if he wants to." You strain to hear more, but the conversation is lost to the wind.

You beckon Bruno to walk up front with you. "Yes?" he asks. It's been over a day of travel, and he is getting more comfortable.

"Tell me about your people's marital habits," you ask.

He seems surprised by the question, but still answers, "Males like me take a bride. Mine is Patsy," he says proudly.

"What about the alpha?" you ask.

"He takes no bride. He can breed with anyone he wishes, whenever he wishes."

"Does that make me the alpha then?"

Bruno shrugs, "I suppose if you want it."

You glance at the four thick women behind you. "Yes. I definitely will."

He nods, "I thought you would. You might not be one of us, but I can tell that you are a leader."

A while later you arrive back at camp with your new herd in tow. Gena seems surprised initially, but her mood shifts quickly.