Winter/Spring

Lycanthropy


Huginn: I see a man who walks without being a man; too full of clan spirit, too full of natural joy, he has no choice but to bear a dark burden for the sins of his tribe.

Muninn: I know this man of old. He is yet a man, but also a hunter, a relentless spirit of doom.

H: He is Death-On-Two-Feet. He is Death-On-Four-Feet. Were he the average of both, he would be the yardstick of either.

M: He has been both, and will be again.

H: Why are such things permitted?

M: So that all might be saved.

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