The Werewolf Goddess

"Beyond the world we know, there is a Goddess with the power to transform herself. Few have seen her, but still we dream of the moment She lets herself be found."
The tribal elder's voice was gravely and deep. He was seated at the head of the circle surrounded by young children who have never heard The Histories before. The flickering flame in the middle of the circle highlighted the excited children's faces as they listened.
"What does She transform into?" The first chlid asked.
"The Histories have it She likes the form of a great white owl. Others say She runs with the deer. Some even say She flows with the wind to touch each and every one of us everyday..."
He let that hang over the warm air as the children gazed at him in wonder.
"Will She ever be found?" One other child piped up.
"Only when She chooses to. All we can do is pray for Her return, young one." The lines in The Elder's face were deep with hope while uttering this.
"What happens if She comes back?" Another child next to the first one peeps.
"The One who the Goddess chooses will be the one true Alpha. Power struggles would end and we will live in peace forever being linked to The Goddess. She promised to return..."
"Do you know what She looks like?"
The Elder hesitated, "Good question... my favorite question, in fact."
Children whined and squirmed around, thinking he wouldn't answer their questions.
"Settle.... She is the picture of beauty. Her body is long, slender... the earth tries to copy her every detail."
"HOW?!" They all shouted.
The Elder smiled a patient smile, "The purest snow can't copy her skin and hair color. The longest, slenderest limbs of the willow tree can't copy Her body. The deepest, clearest sunrises can't quite get the brilliant pink of Her eyes. The love She has for us far outdoes our own for Her."
"Wow, she sounds really beautiful!"
"Yeah!"
"What does she do, anyway?" A young boy grunted, his arms folded.
"She made us from the earth. The earth, Her blood and magic. She makes the crops grow. She makes the sun rise. She moves the herds of deer and elk. Our way of life is possible because of Her. We give thanks to Our Great Mother every full moon--"
"THAT'S TONIGHT! THE GREAT CELEBRATION!" A few children screamed in excitement, "ARE WE GOING TO SEE HER?!"
"Settle! We may see Her tonight, you never know." He smiled again.
One small girl who never speaks skitters over to the Elder, "Elder?" She asks.
"Yes my child?"
"What is Her name?" She mutters.
"Esarosa."

Deep in the woods in the highest canopy, a pair of large pink eyes shot open to the sound of Her name.