Haunted Wood A sprinkle of glamour, a dollop of charm, trading,

There was two colors that the Deorwine wolves were always wary of. One was being white, a cursed color. It was said that the High Elk had stripped the wolf of any blessing they may have recieved, and so the color gets passed down until finally, they are once again wrapped in the blessing of brown-coatings. It is said their ancestors did something to gain this curse, and so everyone is wary to giving birth to someone white.

Though then, there is black. Unspoken- the elders warned to stay away from the color. It was like a omen for bad luck, many of the later generations knew not why it was bad, but simply an onimous sign you would stay away from. Seeing a deer that is black, stay away. Warn others, to stay away. More or less left alone compared to white, but it gave fear to the Kingslend wolves.

While Glædwine was not directly her cousin, she remembered him being Calhoun's and Corliss's cousin. Only could imagine the shame Calhoun has, but of course, Célnes held a warm smile as she approached the bear-figure. She directly walked in front of him, but did not lean in for a touch, "I am glad you survived. Perhaps a blessing- despite that curse may have been placed upon you."

The elken woman was intimidated. He was large- black, and a loner. However as fake as most of her family, there was always a smile.