Surviving the Red Wolf's Rage
There is an Irish legend pertaining to the lack of werewolves in Ireland, despite the land's thin veil between it and the Feywild. It is said that a young werewolf woman, cast out from her human tribe at the early age of nine due to her now apparent werewolf nature, to let the forest itself consume her. A pack of red wolves took her in as their own, the matron of the pack being called Fennrin, nourished her as if she were one of her own cubs. As the young werewolf grew, her first heat cycle struck at the age of fifteen, and the males of her own pack turned on her, sensing the cycle. She abandoned her pack, distraught at the loss of her found family, though appalled at what they attempted to do to her. As she wandered through the land, still in her heat cycle, a number of male werewolves found her and committed the acts that her own pack at tried on her only days before. This was where her rage first sprouted. She grew to hate her own kind. Years passed, heat cycle after heat cycle bringing the same result, the unwanted attention of all male werewolves nearby. She bore many children, though all of which she murdered soon after their birth, disgusted at the thought of bringing more of these wretched creatures into the world. At the age of twenty-seven she had decided she had enough. Her next heat cycle came, her scent carried by the breeze through the forests of Ireland, reaching the noses of the males around her. They came, but Kellie would no longer submit. Werewolf after werewolf, each drawn to her scent like a fish to the light of an anglerfish. Her natural ginger fur was stained red with their blood, and when there were no more wolves coming, she took to the hunt. She roamed the land for year after year, hunting and slaughtering every werewolf she found, male, female, or pup, their blood decorated her fur. She catches another scent of another werewolf, stalking through the forest as she gets closer, spying the user consuming the flesh of their most recent kill.
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