If you’re like me, when you hear the word “Blackfoot,” you think of the rock band before you think of the Indian tribe. (I totally dig on “Highway Song,” by the way. The guitar riffs are retro-sick!) While impatiently waiting for WHEN ANIMALS DREAM and BLOOD MOON to become available for me to watch and subsequently review, I resorted, as is my wont, to folklore to discern appropriate fodder for a werewolf article for you, my devoted readers. This week I chanced upon a story with which I was unfamiliar. I will share it now, with only a couple of flourishes of my own invention (the original version can be found in the linked-to article), for your edification.
Once there was man with two wives, poor guy. The women decided one day to kill him, so they dug a pit and tricked him into falling into it. There they left him for dead, telling the rest of the tribe that he had disappeared. But a pack of wolves came along and found the man in the pit. Pulling him out, they gave him one of their kidneys to eat. This kidney transformed him, giving him the claws and head of a wolf. In his new form, he went back to the village and ate his two unfaithful wives—and not in the good way. Then he returned to the wolves and lived happily ever after. The end.