The corpse gives birth, and the child is blue and cold. A bed of leaves and the child is left for the wolf, but he is afraid. The goblins and warlock watch the lifeless child till the first ice fall when the child awakes, a river of insane gray eyes, pure white light, small pale arms, no speech, a demon, the spirits of the forest flee, the child begins to spit and hiss, gnashing her teeth, she has a smile that will bring disease, she will never question why, she will decide who will live and who will die.