As a she-cub is whelped with a capa that is white,
And a human child stolen to suckle the Sight
From a place where injustice was secretly done
Then the Marked One is here and a legend begun.
When Wolfbane is dreamt of with terror and dread,
And untamed are tamed, prepare for the dead.
For the Shape Changer's pact with the birds will come true,
When the blood of the Varg blends with Man's in the dew,
As the Searchers are tempted, who hunger and prowl,
Down the Pathways of Death, por the summoning howl.
Then the truest of powers will be fleshed on the bone
And the Searchers tempt nature the prey on its own....
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