This is the story of a werewolf who came back. This wolf was of our clan, the wolf people. We say she because we address all shamans as she, but like all the shapeshifters, her form could be that of the male or female.
In ancient times the shamans became two-legged. There were many clans of the shamans, each created a two-legged clan. Shamans of each clan would take a human form and teach their two-leggeds. The two-leggeds loved their teachers, calling themselves bear people, lion people, leopard people, wolf people, hare people, dragon people, seal people, eagle people. The shamans also had relations in the smaller worlds: ant, bee, and termite people. As the centuries passed, two-legged clans found each other and traded, and shared children, until a village may contain many of the clans.
This one were-wolf, she grew up here, with us in the prairie, and never went two-legged until her ceremony. She loved the two-legged form her body could now become, and once she was taught the spell and given her belt, she wandered for long hours across the mountain, living in the world as two-legged did.
While on her wanderings, she came upon a two-legged, a male, and of course he found her very beautiful with her thick hair, her long fingers, and her narrow waist. She had been bathing and then enjoying the sun on her bare skin, as two-legged do. Her appearance appealed to him and he wanted to know her better.
He saw her there at the pool in the sun, and told her that he loved her. She had never been loved by a two-legged, and she was curious. She went back with him to his village, and slept in his blankets. His mother taught her many of the two-legged customs, and she lived in his village for many years. She never bore him children though, because she didn't want to.
After the shaman had lived as a two-legged for a few years, a priest was sent to the village. The village had not been sent a priest for many years, and the church was afraid they would fall into their former and evil ways of dancing the forest, making offerings to devils, and other nonesense. The priest found evidence of these practices, but he also noticed the werewolf in the two-legged shape. He had with him a book that taught him how to find the shaman clans, and he knew what to look for to find the shamans in their two-legged shape: the long fingers, and long waist, and the long hair--and the long life. He looked at the shaman in the two-legged shape and he read his book, and looked at her again. He also found her very beautiful, and he desired her carnally, which angered him, because he thought it was a sin. He thought it was a sin and he then also knew it was a sin for the husband of the shaman to know her , so he preached about the evil female werewolf in the in the square; he brought out his book, he read from the book, he pronounced the name of the man who had written the book, and he pointed at the werewolf in the two-legged form.
He ordered the deacon to arrest the shaman, and he did; although he thought it was a joke, he did it to please the priest. Everyone thought it was foolishness, that they would let the priest have his fun, and then he would go away, as priests always do.
The werewolf spent the night in the storeroom of the rectory, for the village had built no prison or jail yet, there never being a need for one. The people came by in the night to keep her company. They fed her and sang satirical songs about the priest, and they told themselves what a joke they would play on the priest the next morning when he ordered them to burn her. They would laugh at him, and he would be humiliated and go away.
In the morning, the priest came to the storeroom, and said he would take her last confession and administer the last rites of the christians. This she refused to do, because although she had lived among the people, she was not a christian and could not honorably accept the rites of that faith because she did not share it. This angered the priest, and he rose up from his genuflection and raised his hand to strike her. "You do not profess the faith, yet you live in a christian village. You are married to a devout man, yet you are a sinner, unconfessed and unbaptized?" "You too are a sinner, I see," she only replied while looking at the center of his garb. And the priest took her robe in his hands, and shook her body. He threw her against the wall of the storeroom and she fell unconscious. While she was in this state, he opened his garment and entered her anus with his penis. The pain wakened her, but she had not the strength or skill to throw him off of her. He reached the climax of his pleasure, and spent on her bare skin, because the sight of his own seed delighted him, until the next moment, when his remorse sickened him, he beat her head again, and said, "Thou shalt die. Thou art a whore and a witch."
He called the deacon to the storeroom. When the deacon saw the weeping shaman, he knew this was no longer a joke. The priest ordered the the deacon to bring a halter and a rope.
The priest tried to put the halter on the werewolf's head, and though she fought him, he beat her face until she gave up. He led her to the square and the deacon rang the village bell and everyone came running to see the sport on the priest. When they saw the shamed woman, they stopped in shock, "What was happening here?"
"Behold the witch," the priest shouted.
He swung the rope around in a circle, and the werewolf was forced to run around him or be dragged upon the ground. It was a sickening sight to see, the humiliation, and the torture. She had had enough of the two-leggeds. She touched her belt, and she shifted into her natural four-legged shape and slipped free of the halter. She ran toward the priest but did not tear him; instead leaped over him. The crowd parted and she disappeared into the forest never to be seen there again. The people of the village tore the priest limb from limb, and buried his parts at each of the four roads leading to the village.