I warned them not to hunt the wolves. Eskimos are natural born hunters. You'll never meet a village man who doesn't have the overwhelming urge to stalk and kill. But on the first hours of the full moon it's not a deed to be done. In Celtic beliefs killing a wolf at such a time combines its soul with yours. And in return you will be physically tortured for every full moon from that point on until death. A gruesome thought, but my superstitions lie in Irish folklore. I've told them my peice. I hope they listen. for the one who ventures out with that intent is surely in for more than a wolf pelt on their wall. Dare I say that they may become a werewolf. Don't believe me? Would you really risk that much pain for one bullet and some fur?
