A terrible wolf prowled the countryside, decimating herds of deer and sheep alike. The great beast ate more than its fill, and turned at last to human quarry.
A sad hound, full of anger and desire for vengeance, came into the forest and howled till the horned god of the hunt came to him.
“Faithful servant,” said the god. “What do you ask of the wild hunter?”
“The teeth of a bear, the hide of a boar, and the swiftness of a great stag.”
“This is a powerful blessing, hound. What have you to offer as payment?”
“My heart and my soul, lord. My loyalty and tenacity, everything a dog can give, in its deepest measures.”
The loyalty of a good hound of course is priceless, and the god agreed and the bargain struck. The hound was given a steel trap for his fangs, a thick bristled hide, and the speed of a great elk as it leaps over the moors.
Such gifts were more than enough to slay any wolf, and the hound beat the beast and it’s kind back. The hound holds his end of the bargain well, and when the hunt is over and the quarry growing cold, he turns to a pious and gentle attitude and goes about his business in a monk like state of quiet and worship.