One good thing about the raid on the hunter’s camp was the items the hunters had with them. Outside the wagon and the now dead horse, the hunters had items and equipment for a long stay in the deep woods of The Kar.

Now these items belong to the wolfmen. Among the items the hunters had were a small cauldron, a mortar and pestle, and even some ingredients. It seems at least one of the hunters was a potion maker. Well, he was dead now and the wolfgirl had taken over his items.

Others found it strange but the wolfgirl had always found the sound of the mortar and pestle to be smoothing. The sound of the pestle hitting the mortar, crushing and grinding ingredients into powder, was relaxing to the wolfgirl. At the very least, it was a mindless task that kept the wolfgirl from thoughts that were unbefitting of a slave.

Now as a wolfgirl, some things do not change.

“What are you doing?”

The words entered her mind but the wolfgirl was by now used to it. She did not stop what she was doing but replied, “Great Creator, I am making potions for the pack.”

As usual there was a delay before the Creator replied. “Potions?”

“Yes, Great Creator. I can make various potions which would help the pack in future battles.”

“What sort of potions can you make?”

The wolfgirl took a moment to compose herself. The Creator had been lax with her thus far but there was no need to push her luck. “This useless slave has knowledge to make potions that would increase strength, speed, constitution, courage and some other small effects.”

“Oh! Are you talking about the things your group drank before fighting our Beasts?”

The wolfgirl blinked several times before understanding what the Creator meant. “If the Great Creator meant the Bosses, then yes.”

“Bosses?”

“It’s what we...what humans call them, Great Creator.” The wolfgirl explained. “We had been told some dark mage had either created or taken over this cave and each floor of the cave had a great beast that acted as the Boss of the floor.”

“Boss…Floor Boss…we like that!” The wolfgirl felt something strange from the Creator then it continued. “Who gave us that name?”

“It’s not really a name,” the wolfgirl quickly said. “It’s more something humans called them. A title more or less; humans don’t really have a name for you Great Creator. We…they don’t really know what you are.”

“Well, the last and only human who managed to reach me died so we guess that makes sense.” There was another delay before the Creator continued. “Now about these potions; how are you creating them?”

“Well, I…usually this useless slave need to first grind the Emperor Daisies into paste. Then I would throw it into the cauldron to boil with some other ingredients to make the potions.”

“Which you would then pour into the bottles we made for you earlier...” the Creator said. “You have a lot of these Emperor Daisies with you, are they important?”

“Oh yes!” The wolfgirl said. “Emperor Daisies have a variety of uses in potion making. They are also considered rare and hard to find. This slave got as many of them as she could.”

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“Oh, that’s good.” The Creator said. “You need more of them?”

“Yes,” the wolfgirl said. “Once these are used, this slave would go out to get other Emperor Daisy around the area. Once winter is here, they would be gone so it’s important to get as many as possible.”

There was another delay before the Creator replied. “Wolfgirl; take one of the Emperor Daisy and placed it apart from the rest.”

The wolfgirl could guess what the Creator wanted to do but followed her orders. She took the smallest of the Daisies and placed it on the ground away from the rest. The daisy almost immediately began to sink. A short while late, the daisy was gone. The wolfgirl waited but no further orders came from the Creator. She was going to go back to the grinding when she sensed it.

The wolfgirl looked at the wall where she sensed the power gathering. Even with her enhanced sight, she could see nothing but there was no doubt in her mind the Creator was doing something. Then she saw it!

Moss that was on the wall began to grow. The moss grew into vines and from the vines, flowers bloomed! Even with all the greatness she had witnessed, the wolfgirl looked on disbelievingly as she recognized the flowers on the wall. Somehow, the Great Creator had created and grew Emperor Daisies on the wall inside the tunnels! Emperor Daisies that were supposed to be found only on trees were now hanging on vines inside a cave! It was impossible but there they were.

“Could you use these for your potions?” the Creator asked innocently. The wolfgirl could not find her voice and could only nod her head. Evidently, that was enough for the Creator as it then continued. “Good! Now you don’t have to worry about winter anymore! Feed us one of each of the potions you create once you are done.” The wolfgirl again nodded, not trusting her voice. “Was this what was troubling you?”

“What?” the wolfgirl asked in a panic.

“We noticed you looked a little troubled since coming back,” the Creator said. “We were wondering what was troubling you?”

The wolfgirl scolded herself for making the Creator worry, but she could not trouble the Creator with her own minor problems. That was something she needed to work out herself. Instead she asked the Creator another question.

“What are we called?”

“…we do not understand the question?”

“The Creator named the horses, the Unicorns.” The wolfgirl began. “What are we, the pack, called?”

There was a delay, longer than before, then the Creator answered. “You were once wolves but you are not that anymore. So we shall call you The Werewolves; creatures who were once wolves but are now greater than that.”

The wolfgirl bowed her head and replied in reverence. “Thank you, Great Creator.”

The wolfgirl then felt the presence of the Creator leaving her. She could still feel the Creator, but it’s focus was no longer strictly on her anymore. The wolfgirl took a deep breath and looked at the amazing wall again. The greatness of the Creator could not be doubted.

With determination in her eyes, the wolfgirl stood up and began walking to the other wolfmen. She had left them alone since coming back home but…yes; this is now home for her. The wolfgirl passed 3 rooms before entering the room where the rest of the werewolves were. Two of the females were gorging on the dead body of one of the hunters; the last female had torn off the leg of one of the hunters and was chewing on it. She did not see the beta but the alpha was resting on the far side of the room, sleeping off his meal. No doubt, the males had finished their meals and now, it was the turn of the females.

The wolfgirl had stayed away but now knew how foolish she was. She was no longer Useless, the human slave girl. As the boy had noticed, she was now so much more. She was now the Wolfgirl, Speaker of the Pack, one of the Werewolves. The wolfgirl saw many more bodies in the room. She turned into her wolf form and walked towards the pack.

It was time for her to join in the feast. 

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