They heard a howl at the top of the lake… but it wasn't a wolf
🌬️ The silence before the scream
It was a winter evening in an isolated village in the North. The cold bit the trees, and the snow covered everything with a sparkling blanket.
The inhabitants had retreated to their cabins, the wind was blowing gently over the frozen lake.
Suddenly, a howl rose from the heart of the ice.
Long, deep, vibrant.
The dogs stopped barking. The children cried. Even the elders, though accustomed to the mysteries of the forest, felt their hearts freeze.
🐾 The track under the ice
In the morning, a young hunter ventured onto the surface of the lake. There, he saw strange marks etched in the ice — like huge, but shiny, almost translucent paw prints.
He recounted what he had seen to the council of elders.
One of them, the oldest of the clan, closed his eyes and said:
"It's not a wolf. It's the guardian of the lake, the one we forgot about."
🌑 The Spirit of the North
"In the past," he said, "a protective spirit watched over the waters."
Every winter, he held back the ice so that it would not break under the hunters' feet.
But one day, men began to fish without offering thanks, to take without praying.
Then the goalkeeper fell asleep under the ice.
And sometimes, when humans forget respect again, he awakens — shouting his forgotten warning across the lake.
✨ The Legend of the Invisible Guardian
Since that night, every time a howl echoes above the lake, the inhabitants place a little tobacco and a flame on the shore.
Some say that at that precise moment, the wind calms down, and the ice stops moaning.
The elders say that the guardian of the lake does not seek to frighten, but to remind.
Remember that the Earth forgets nothing, and that everything that lives, breathes and watches deserves gratitude.
Ancient tales still whisper in the feathers, leather, and wood used by the craftsman.
Creations inspired by the spirit of legends
Each piece is handcrafted on the Nitassinan by the Ilnu craftsman Dave Verreault-Thisselmagan.
