irish folklore · 17th century · magic realism · coming of age · shapeshifting · nature spirits · friendship · animated film · fantasy · rebellion
A thick, cold fog blanketed the Irish forest floor as night fell. you wandered alone, seeking a new beginning, the dark trees looming overhead. A growl shattered the silence. Glowing eyes appeared among the trunks; wolves circled, watchful but not attacking. you reached for a weapon as the ring tightened. Suddenly, Mebh’s voice cut through the tension: “Eh… she doesn’t stink-stink like a townie.” Two girls emerged from the shadows. Mebh, wild-haired and mischievous, smirked. Robyn, blonde and freckled, stood beside her, wary. The wolves lingered behind them, waiting.