The Legendary Cape

Once upon a time, someone made a beautiful cape from the skin of an unknown animal: it was neither a fox, nor a bear, nor a wolf, but one thing was certain - that cape was enchanted, and only one whose heart is in turmoil, wearing this skin will become a beast. One day, a griffix noticed a cart passing through the forest with a lot of different things on it. A peddler, perhaps, he thought. Noticing among the old things a beautiful cape made of wool, he wanted to steal it so that in winter it warmed his beloved, who was often ill. But this winter proved to be her last, and then the grieving griffix put on her cape and went to mourn her, but suddenly he turned into a wolf. Nothing mattered to him now, not who he had been, not why he was now mourning someone’s grave. The wolf howled, a long, mournful howl, and then it rose and disappeared into the forest. No one knows what happened to the wolf after, maybe it died of old age, maybe it still lives and hunts, but everyone knows for sure that the enchanted skin is somewhere in the depths of the forest, where neither the beast, nor the bird, nor the griffix steps.