"What do you think?" I twirled around, admiring his work on all sides. From head to toe, I had been transformed into an abstract winter wonderland--m... skin sparkling with eddies and ice crystals. "Oh my god," I muttered. I'd always known Shane was a talented painter, but I'd never imagined he could create something like this--especially not so quickly, and not with paint made out of food! "You like it? I wasn't sure whether or not I used too much blue, made you look like one of those Avatar. Not many had seen this great wolf. Those who did, spoke of a tremendous black beast, larger than a buck deer and that it sprang from the shadows with the speed of a horse and chased its prey with an unnatural cunning and relentless resolve. No brave huntsman could track it nor armed company capture it for it only haunted the woods at night and then only on nights when the moon showed full. To be certain, all townsfolk and farmer alike dreaded the dark woods on such times, and all who heard the. That was the male line, of course, because untilthe last couple of generations, the women stayed at home and bred (anddid the odd bit of illicit shagging as well as the legal stuff) or maybespent periods as maids or governesses before resigning themselves totheir own domesticity.Bronwen also used her skills to track done not just Births, Marriages andDeaths, but also letters, diaries, wills and so on. It was an excitedBronwen who rang me one day - this was too important for an e mail - totell. “Why don’t you ask her if she want’s to stay tonight and then you two can travel back together tomorrow?” I suggested with a smile and I saw her face light up, “Really Mr Frank?” she replied, “That would be so cool, I will ask her” she continued stepping across and giving me a hug which was very genuine. “Can I take picture Mr Frank, to show her?” she asked politely and my first question was, “What.. in these shorts?” I said with a giggle and again Natasha smiled, “Sure, I like shorts, Olga.