Wergital the wolf-boy

Original media : TES Online By Edouard Longtemps Kynareth watched from the rain, clouds, and skies A Breton child cloaked in a furry disguise Nurtured by wolves of the Glenumbra glen A wolf-boy would scamper through woods, hills, and fen Cutting his teeth on the flesh of the hunt He grew brawn and bone, no longer the runt Night hunts for prey in the light of Secunda The pack grew more daring to forage and plunder Fell's Run farmers, their hairs stood on end Flitting dark shapes, t'was a violent portend Bringing down cattle with ravenous snarl A predator child with the wolves in his thrall Hunters dispatched, with pelts their desire The wolves they did flee, all safe in the briar More daring the wolf raids, encroaching the town So elders did plan to bring the pack down A goat tied and bleating, intended as bait Lured wolf-boy and pack to a terrible fate The pack leapt at prey, intending a meal But the archers of Fell's Run soon brought them to heel Arrows flew fast as the boy dropped his cowl Bloodied and pierced, he fell with a howl Wergital Wolf-Boy was burned on the moor Return unto Kynareth—your soul is now pure