Lore:Wergital, o Menino-Lobo

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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