A long time ago, when the gods still meddle in the mortal's affair, lived a little lamb deep in the forest. It was said that the lamb was a direct descendant of the moon goddess. For her ash wool stood out among the rest.
Her bright and pure light garnered her enough followers. One of them was the sleuth of bears, now a Tarsa tribe. A tribe of half-human, half-bears. A blessed raced who could receive words from the said goddess.
Everything lived in peace until a certain son of another god was punished and turned into a beast. The beast, on the day of his reckoning, escaped and fled to the peaceful world of mortars. Vicious as he was, his arrival in the mortal realm only caused mayhem.
Hearing of the said lamb, the wolf went to search for her for a dreadful reason. He searched and searched, day in and out, but to no avail. Until one day, while he was drinking on a riverbank, he stopped at the sight of a lamb so white she was blinding.
