Against the spinning planetary backdrop, light and dark embraced each other in an eternal dance. A shove belied a stumble. An advance surrendered a retreat. Her dawn was his dusk. Tragic that they should never meet, the planet shed tears, one which turned into the moon. As the moon danced, light would hold a shadow, dark would perceive the light.
A feral child, raised by wolves since infancy, lay dying by the river-side at night. Hounded by the villagers who had mistaken him for killing their sheep, and abandoned by his pack after a change in leadership, he fended for himself. The moon goddess of the hunt, ever keen on the boy’s circumstances, materialized over the reflection cast on the river. She offered him a pact: Become my champion and I grant you both strength and virility of wolf, with intelligence and cunning of man. Look upon my visage and become werewolf, man-beast and hunter of the night. Bring me game ever larger than the last lest madness overtakes you. The moon turned red and a new legend was born.