Courel For the lands of living for many, many years a wolf pack which was a huge white wolf head. One day the wolf took several calves from a block, so the people of the village ordered a raid to hunt.
When the dogs were with the group, the white wolf ordered them to yours flee. Herself faced dogs. He got beat, but the arrival of the guns ended his life. The men, content with their triumph over the animal, tore the skin to teach its neighbors as a sign of his powers and then sell it.
On arrival at the village made a party to celebrate. But, when it was all quiet and people slept in their homes, awoke frightened by the howling of wolves could be heard very, very close.
hunters peered at the windows with their guns to kill them, but only saw shadows that disappeared into the darkness of night. And night after night, the wolves turned and disappeared for the day.
A woman with a reputation for wise told everyone who came by the wolf, who had to wear the skin into the woods and bushes to throw over the moon with its light touch.
They did and that night they heard the screams, but did not sound in the village but in the forest, where they had left the skin of the wolf. The wolf cried all night to his queen and then buried in the depths of the place. They
wise women that white wolf has never disappeared. They say that in the full moon returns to Courel and travels with his herd. No longer howls. The changes produced by man in his dominions was left speechless.
The great white wolf found another way to talk to good people: in the full moon enters the dreams of people and walk through them. If you are afraid to see her and scream, the wolf did not visit on dreams. But who is not frightened by his presence the great white wolf makes a gift.
With his voice, no longer cries but beautiful sounds, teaches them to sing, speak, recite, tell stories, stories ... bewitching who will listen.
Blessed white wolf! May this coming year does not leave our dream to continue the magical world of storytelling!
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