Heritage and Culture
Folklore Friday - The Wulver
Deep in the Shetland Islands lies a unique creature. The Wulver
may look frightening, but is not your typical Warewolf. Unlike Warewolves, who turn from man to wolf, at a full moon, the Wulver
remains permanently in a state of half man, half wolf. With a wolf's
head and a man's body, covered in a layer of brown hair, the
ancient Celts believed the Wulver was descended from wolf-kind.
The terrifying temperament of your typical Warewolf is not so apparent in the Wulver. Although he takes a less palatable form, he is known for being fairly sedate and friendly. Regarded as a benign, approachable being, you can spot a Wulver fairly regularly around the Shetland Islands. They can often be seen sitting on a stone, fishing in a loch or river for their dinner. These stones, named Wulver Stanes, are usually flat rocks located on the banks of rivers and lochs. With an abundance of patience, the Wulver may spend hours sitting on the stone while they fish for food. The story is slightly hazy on where the Wulver got their fishing tackle from, but the common theories suggest they either made it from materials they had to hand, or they stole it.
A helpful creature, the Wulver has been known to help a traveler out if lost in the countryside. Leading them to the nearest village or town, the Wulver would make sure any lost soul would find safety. Poor families, that were starving, may find a supply of fish left on their windowsill by the Wulver. The same gifts would be given to any family with a sick resident, with the Wulver sitting sadly outside the home of the terminally ill.
This friendly creature has been known to kill, but only in self defence. Living in a dug out cave, half way up a hill. The Wulver prefers a solitary life. Their ability to be thin and gracefully fast comes from their need to escape from human and Kelpie predators.
Some believe that the Wulver is immortal, and will lead you to buried treasure in ancient ruins. Another belief is that the Wulver is tied to Hellbounds and Black Shucks, which are Omens of death. The legend goes that should you see a Wulver, you are bound for imminent death. If you come across Wulver bones, you must not take one, for those that do are guaranteed a visit from a vicious black dog, hell-bent on retrieving his bone.