An old woman shuffles around a large black rusty cauldron; she pours in different coloured liquids and herds. "You'll be my most precious creation yet." A small light begins to emit from the cauldron; the old lady laughs but is cut off by a horrible hacking cough. She grabs her chest and breathes heavily. She grabs a crudely shaped knife, its blade is dull and rusted. She holds he wrist over the cauldron and draws the blade across it, her blood slowly and thickly flows from the gash and into the cauldron. The light bursts out and the cauldron breaks into pieces, the strange liquid sloshes onto the floor; the old woman is thrown to the floor. A naked girl lays on the floor in the liquid, she's curled up her eyes closed and not the faintest bit of life attached to her. The old woman feebly gets to her feet, shuffles to the girl and kneels down by her side. The girl stirs and her eyes blink open; she looks up at the old woman. "Find the wolves." She crumples as she takes her dying breath, after a few moments she bursts into ashes. The girl stands and takes a few stumbley steps to the door and opens it. She enters the cold and shivers as the snow touches her pale body.
( once she is touched ....might make it kissed.....by a wolf she changes to her true wolfy form.)
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