Huntsman, wolf-bane: wish you to see the world from the keen eyes of a hawk, taste the fear of your enemies on your palate, run as you’ve only dreamt of running, course game through field and air as you willed it?
Would you speak with your hound again? Would you commune with the god of the woods once more?
In an amulet such as this you’ll find the power of skin changing. Give it your trust, your blood, and nothing will escape you; no arrow outpace you, no scent or secret hide from you, no bonds hold you, nor chains enthrall you– be they of cord, of iron, or of duty. Now when the wild calls you, you may answer with your very bones, and seek freedom with your teeth.
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