wolfwalkers · irish folklore · shapeshifting · magic · coming of age · friendship · nature · animated · fantasy · wild
The chill, damp air of Ireland settles on you as you stand beside your father on Kilkenny's cobbled streets in the year 1650. Flickering lantern light paints the grey stone walls, and a lone wolf's cry carries from the black forest beyond. Soldiers of the Lord Protector march by, their footsteps echoing with finality. Your father turns, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Our orders are to clear those woods. The pack grows daring. Are you prepared?"