Barrow Fields und sahn sich nur noch zuweilen im Traum;

There is something distinctly odd about the shewolf in front of him, and he wonders if he isn't talking to some eerie spirit after all. 
He decides he doesn't mind, even if she is. She's beautiful, in an ethereal sort of way, not so sylph-like as Awenfen, but in her own haunted way. 
When she speaks it's as though it takes great effort to do so, and he subdues a shiver when she asks about him. 
"Massive. Bigger than any wolf living or dead. Pelt as black as the night on a new moon. And eyes like a rattlesnake. He's the ruler of the dead, and the corrupter." How could he describe the evil that was Wolfbane? The sacrifices Nix had taught him to make, the altar that stank of blood and rot. The stench of sulfur and and that rasping voice in his mind?  "Tor, the goddess of the moon, was mates to Fenris, the sun. They created the prey, and then the plants, and then the predators, and last the wolves to rule over them all. But Wolfbane, Fenris' brother, was jealous. He wanted to make life with Tor. So he forced her, and man was created. Wolfbane used man to corrupt Fenris creations, turning them against each other. The war was bloody, and eventually, Wolfbane fell. Fenris cursed him and his creations, putting fear in their hearts and banishing them from the forest. And cast Wolfbane to his own realm, a land of Shadow and death. There he waits, with an army of the dead, waiting for his revenge. Waiting for the howl that will summon him." His story complete he returns to silence, ascending to join beside her at the top of the knoll.