The women explained what had happened, with the druids making portals through the walls. How they were booby-trapped and somehow interconnected in a way which Perchta couldn't quite grasp yet. Her understanding of the weavings grew every day as she studied the warped and rotting spells that they were composed of. On the days she worked inside the walls, the wolves and I had to stay in the motel. It was such delicate work. At the rate she was working, it would be almost two months before she had them all disarmed, both inside and outside the gates. We took the time to share our stories since the rest of us had nothing better to do as we guarded the nature goddess. Ella only shared part of her story, she was holding something back. After I had shared my story with the women, it seemed like one of them was always touching me in some way, and when they weren't, Daria would be leaning against me. I was saddened to hear of her plight. To be locked in the form of a wolf except on full moon nights.
