Whuffa and the Wise Shaman

Be me, village shaman and keeper of knowledge for my tribe
Sitting in my hut, communing with the ancestral spirits
Damn, that’s some good spirit herb
Pondering why the ancestors want me to seek salted meats when I hear someone approach my hut
“Great shaman! I seek your wisdom!”
Sky spirits preserve me, I know that voice
“You may enter.” I say
Whuffa enters, carrying her new weird furless husband under her arm
Why did I ever allow them to get married? I was way too enlightened that night
“Great shaman.” Whuffa bows her head, “Something strange is happening to my husband!”
She holds her squirming husband out to me, who struggles and yells something in his weird language
He looks just as bizarre as ever, so I don’t really see the problem
“I’m not sure I-“
“His face!” Whuffa interrupts me, “Look at his face! It’s growing fur!”
Well damn, look at that. She’s right. There’s hair growing on his face
“What does it mean?” Whuffa whines
I use my sacred pipe to seek more ancestral wisdom

“He is becoming one with the tribe.” I let the spirits guide my words, “Soon, he will truly become one of us.”
Whuffa gives me a blank look
By the deeds of my forefathers, come on
“He’s turning into a wolf.” I explain
“What?? No!” Whuffa cries, crushing her husband in a protective hug. Poor guy is turning blue. “I like him this way! Is there anything I can do to stop it??”
I’m going to need some serious enlightenment for this one. I refill my pipe with sacred herbs, and draw deep from the font of knowledge
The wisdom of my ancestors flows through me
“He must preserve his natural essence within himself,” I fill the room with smoke, “and refrain from joining his spirit with yours.”
Whuffa just stares again
“No sex.” I explain
“Oh! Um… okay.” Whuffa’s ears fold back as she bows. “Thank you for your wisdom, great shaman. I will… try.”
She leaves, and I let out a deep sigh
Maybe now half the tribe won’t pester me for sleeping charms and deafness potions