Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

"I have a tale"

She sidled up to the group, the coyote among the wolves, yellowed eyes gleaming with intelligence. She did not fear, for she knew she was under the protection of Atoll. She moved silently and made to stand close to the woman who had saved her, eyes on the wolves before her. She decided to enlighten them with a tale, for dozens of myths swirled at the forefront of her mind, gifts from a rich upbringing, she merely had to pick one. 

But which one? That of the foolish bragging wolf, that spoke of foolish pride, the magical one of transformations and mysterious islands, or the tale of two lovers, tragic at it's end? Or, perhaps, the one of the foolish mortal that challenged the mighty Goddess. The last would do, she decided, she would save the others for another occasion.

"Once, there existed a..." she paused, the legend spoke of a coyote, and yet she was surrounded by wolves. Adapt. "wolf, one swift of paw and with mighty strength. She was perhaps one of the greatest hunters to ever grace the earth, however, proud and greedy, and shared none of her rich spoils with her kin. So proud was she, she compared herself even to the greatest hunter, the goddess of the hunt herself. The goddess was angered by such foolish pride, and took the form of an old wolf on the earth to speak to the girl, and warm her of her pride. And yet the girl scoffed, disregarding the crone's words and challenging the goddess skills again, saying that she would surely win in a contest."

She paused, looking around her at the small crowd, before continuing. "Enraged, the goddess threw away her mortal veil, revealing her true form. She ordered a contest, one between herself and the foolish mortal. When, after the contest reached a conclusion and the mortal failed, she threw herself from a cliff in shame and fear of the goddesses wraith. But as she fell, her body warped and twisted, becoming small and weak in stature, and thus the perfect prey animal. She landed upon the earth, the wolf turned rabbit, and immediately the goddess set wolves upon her, to hunt until the end of time. And thus the hunter became the hunted, humble at long last." she finished, surveying the circle with cool eyes as she awaited a reaction, not truly caring what they thought of the tale, but, perhaps, only a little bit.