Barrow Fields Let's go back, back to the beginning

The red wolf steps closer, made anxious by the spirits. 
She didn't blame him. They were known to be... unfriendly...to the living, at least the ones not trained in the arts of necromancy and witchcraft. 
She stares down at him, wise beyond her years, watching him intently. When he sits, childlike, before her, she closes her eyes, completely motionless before speaking. 
"I speak to things few others can see. I speak to the earth, to the spirits. The Ravens know me, and share their secrets..." She answered cryptically. One eye opens, peering down at him, laughter in her voice. 
"You do not believe. Come. I will tell you your past....and your future."