A+short+version+of+how+wolpertings+came+into+existance.

Princess Daintyhoof, having trotted closer discovered that the light came from a little cottage in a clearing. She knocked on the door. It was a nice old granny who kindly invited her in.She warmed herself at the fire and nearly fell asleep. Then, the door flew open and a nocturnal storm blew into the house and when it subsided Princess Daintyhoof was alone. All that remained where the old woman had been standing was a welter of blood, half of it on the floor and half splashed over the stove, and strewn around it were a hundred severed fingers, still twitching. For the old woman at the stove wasn't a hospitable old granny at all, but The Hundred-Fingered Moomy. Princess Daintyhoof then continued on her way through the forest when she encountered a very, very thin man seated on a rock beneath and oak tree. "I eat almost nothing. Just a pebble and a pinch of sand every few weeks. Would you care to fast with me, pretty child?" Princess Daintyhoof didn't understand a word, but she had no objection to a brief rest, so she stretched out on the grass at the thin man's feet. He proceeded to recite his formulas for fasting-words like tinkling bells, sentences like murmuring streams that Daintyhoof found so soothing, she almost dosed off. Almost, but not quite! But at that moment a wind sprang up and when it subsided the thin man and the big tree had become one for he was wound round it. When Daintyhoof went behind the tree for a closer look at this grisly spectacle, she came upon a mound ofskulls belonging to all kinds of forest creatures, for the man was the Ever-Ravenous Omnivore and he'd nearly devoured Princess Daintyhoof. She sought shelter in some undergrowth where she nearly fell asleep for a third time. Nearly, but not quite! Because something was breathing in her ear and she looked up and saw a shadowy figure bending over her. It was as cold as ice and when the moon came out she saw it was a man without a face. she was very weak by this time-too weak to get to her feet, because he'd been draining the life force from her body. But suddenly a fierce gale blew through the forest and the Faceless Man broke off. He bellowed with fury as the gale tore him away from Princess Daintyhoof and whirled him through the air in a cloud of dancing leaves. When the wind dropped he was lying motionless on the forest floor in a strangely contorted position. Beside the corpse of the Faceless Man, looking at Princess Daintyhoof was a big black wolf that could walk on its hind legs. "Hello," said the Wicked Wolf. "Hello," Princess Daintyhoof said timidly. "What do you want?" "I want to eat you," said the wolf. Rrincess Daintyhoof wept bitterly at this, whereupon the wolf went down on all fours and came over to her. "Hey," he said, "don't cry, only joking, have a sense of humour! I've no intention of eating you." He told her that he wasn't a wolf at all, but a human being under a spell. Prince Sanfroid by name, he had fallen in love with Princess Daintyhoof as soon as she entered the Great Forest and had followed her every step of the way so as to shield her from its dangers. He was the wind that had disposed of The Hundred-Fingered Moomy,The Ever-Ravenous Omnivore and The Faceless Man. And, as luck would have it, he had been but under a spell by the very same witch that had transformed Princess Daintyhoof. That sort of thing forms a bond, so she returned his love and they went off into the darkest part of the Great Forest and there, er, the miracle of love took place. Not long afterwards, Princess Daintyhoof gave birth to a son that was neither a deer nor a wolf, but a wolf cub with two little horns. And that, according to the legend, is how the first Wolperting came into being. And because this is a Zamonian Legend it must end in disaster. So, one day, Princess Daintyhoof and Prince Sangfroid got caught in the evil Spiderwitch's web and were, well, sucked dry before their little son's very eys. All they left behind was a lonly orphan.