After dinner had past, the group huddled around the old woman.
"This story was told to me by my grandmother, who also had it passed down to her. It occurred a few hundred years ago, when just our people roamed the lands. From one particular tribe came a young warrior, in the English tongue, who was called Wolf Child. Ever since he was smaller, wolves were attracted to him. Normally they would shy away from humans, but they were friendly with him, like he was one of their own. He was given the name after telling several hungry ones to leave his little sister alone. In his spirit journey, a wolf in the winter wind appeared to him, and told him he would accompany him, like the other spirits did.
"He was the favorite of the chief, Laughing Bear. So much, he loved him more than his own son, Snake Dancer. Snake Dancer hated Wolf Child more and more, since his father would compare him to "the fine young man". His patience finally broke when Wolf Child married the most beautiful woman of the tribe, Beloved of the Flowers, who (in his opinion) was "made for him".
"At this time, the white man started to settle in this area in a fort, and they constantly fought with the tribe. Winter was coming, and food was running scarce. The chief was finally driven to raid the fort. He sent Wolf Child to lead a group of warriors to carry out the raid. Snake Dancer, to avenge his pride, snuck into the fort and told the captain of the fort about the raid. Later, Wolf Child noticed smoke coming from the camp, so he spurred the others to go back, even though a snowstorm had started. When he arrived, the camp was destroyed, and was being burned at this point. He ran back to his home, and found a soldier raping his wife. Wolf Child tried running over, but before he was able to do anything, the man pulled out a revolver and shot him in the heart.
"Ever since that happened, many white people either went missing or were found dead in this area. The natives say it was the wolf spirit that accompanied Wolf Child, avenging the death of his companion."
The group was quiet.
"Well no wonder!" Horo Horo said, "That thing's got some beef against white people, and Faust is a prime example of one! He's European, for Crissakes'!"
"I'm afraid so." the old woman said, "A white soldier killed his master, and now he's been embittered."
"I think 'embittered' is an understatement." Manta sweatdropped, "More like 'wrathful'."
"...For now you can stay here." the old woman said, "But if you decide to leave with your friend, I suggest you wait until I can get a park ranger over here."
"I don't think that'll be necessary." Anna snarled, "We can take care of ourselves, even our walking target who's in the room right now. We have our own spirits, and a little nature one will be no problem for us, right?" Anna finished as she glared at the group.
They nodded in forced agreement.
Just then, Eliza walked out into the room.
"Faust would like to see you, Yoh." Eliza smiled.
Yoh, with a slight feeling of guilt, followed her to the room.