“I accept the pact and the price the Great Wolf asks of me.” She said with no regrets. “Very well.” The Grey Wolf answered. It turns and pads to the pool. Miss Jones tries to follow it. Instead she finds herself frozen in place. She watches the Grey Wolf drink from the pool and the color of its fir changes to white. Finishing it pads back to her and standing on its hind legs it places its front paws on her shoulders looking into her eyes nose to nose with her. Again she feels her soul being searched....