Winsome's Personality

I am Locksmith Willowsway. Tinker for the Darkwood Elves, this is a known thing. A thing of the light. I am a member of King Sparrowhawk's covert group called the Winter Wolves, but this is a unknown thing, a thing of the shadow. There is the heart of the Wolves, she who knows the Oak. There is the eye of the Wolves, she who knows the ways of the woods. There is the might of the Wolves, he who can stop your heart in more ways than one. Then there is I, the shadow of the Wolves, he who shall steal your soul in a breeze. When we are called it is a bad thing, and we are called now urgently. So I pack up my outward life, the one I keep when not a Wolf, for shadows have no one form you see, and go as I must. I hear tell that darkness has fallen in the Darkwood, and we must go to burrow it out. I know darkness well... I have wrestled at it's edges for a long time, some say I may have even slipped into it from time to time, or once and for all. But I know better, for I know the illusive, seductive shape and form of the shadow, and I know the light that contains it. I am the shadow but not of the shadow, simple really. As I don my ritual mask and garb I feel a shiver in my bones. Omen. No matter, destiny and I have danced many a dance together, and now new paths shall unfurl. Now I am transformed as the moon transforms, as the shadow transforms, I am now Winsome Hawk, the Shadow of the Winter Wolves.