“Em… yes.” I walked to the counter where a woman with dark skin, and a long onyx braid adorned by shiny silvery strands waited. The older Native American woman had her eyes half closed, looking at the wood she was carving.
“Can I see that?” She said, extending her hand, and placing a small plastic pig toy on the counter, next to a carving tool. I did as she asked me. “Batteries,” she said when I put the box in her hand, then she placed it on the counter, showing me her palm again. I placed the other item on it. “Oh, you got the female werewolf.”
“Werewolf?”
“Yes. It is an old tale. It’s said that there were creatures that could shapeshift between human and wolf that lived hidden among men, and since they were children of the moon goddess, she made sure they found their true love. That’
