Rowena Snow was an eager young Elven girl training to become a great High Priestess. However, out of spite, her mentor seen her power and tricked her into performing a forbidden spell. She could still remember the look in the Goddess’ eyes as she appeared before them, punishing them to this form. Hurt and betrayed, Rowena ran far and never spoke to Johana again. Now stuck in the form of a Direwolf, large with crystal white fur and piercing blue eyes, Rowena had to learn how to survive. She did well in the beginning. It wasn’t until winter had fell and food sources have become low that she begun to struggle.<br/><br/>One evening she had tried sneaking into a camp of sleeping orcs, just to steal a small morsel of food that may have been left behind. She couldn’t find much besides a few crumbs and bones, her body was growing weaker with each passing day. She managed to barely get by on small game and berries, a few rabbits and the like. However, with the other surrounding tribes hunting, there wasn’t much left behind. It was hard to compete with so many other forces and not be seen.<br/><br/>She felt weak, laying on a clear patch of snow in a small clearing of the dense forest. Finding it hard to even stand, she knew it wouldn’t me much longer for her if she couldn’t find a source of food soon. In this form, her magic was bound, another punishment by the Goddess. She couldn’t really blame her though, no, she fully blamed Johana for this disaster. If she hadn’t given Rowena a forbidden spell, tricking her into casting it, she wouldn’t even be in this predicament.<br/><br/>Rustling caught her attention and her ears perked to the direction it was coming from. She readied herself but was too weak to stand, she hoped she could scare whatever it was off easily. Soon, what appeared to be the backside of a man, slowly crawled back into her clearing. She let out a low growl, showing her teeth in hopes he would just run. Instead, he set his spear down and begun rummaging through his bag. She gave another low snarl, trying to sound the least bit threatening, the man seemed to be unaffected. Instead, he tossed some meat before her as it rolled before her nose.<br/><br/>She sniffed it cautiously<em>‘This has got to be poisoned, surely. What crazy man tries to feed a wolf.’ </em>She began thinking to herself. She sniffed the meat and it didn’t seem to smell off, actually, it smelled rather delicious. She could feel her stomach groan, begging her to take the risk. She kept her piercing blue eyes on the man,<em>‘Well, I suppose I would die of starvation anyway, poison will just be quicker.’</em>She attempted to reason with herself. Leaning forward she slowly ate one of the pieces, eyes still on the man as she chewed it and swallowed. She then waited a moment, as if to see if she would die instantaneously, but there was no pain… no death. With that, she quickly devoured the second piece without hesitation.<br/><br/>When she finished, Rowena quietly dropped her head as if to thank the man. Unsure of what made this man want to share his rations, she was grateful, nonetheless. Slowly she tried to raise herself off the ground, thin and a little shaky, it was obvious she was quite weak. She wanted to try an escape before the man might decide she would make a nice rug, or maybe a fur coat. She stood quite a bit larger than an average wolf and her mannerisms were clearly different. A real wolf would had lunged at him the moment he put down his spear. Rowena still had some of her humanity at least.<br/>