The events that will now be discussed took place in the French region of Auvergne in the 16th century. There was at that time a certain gentleman named Sanrosh in Auvergne. He was far from poor and could afford to do what he wanted.
The mansion of this man, where he lived with his family, was on the mountain, and therefore Saronsh and his family could all the time admire the green slopes, the fast stream, the wonderful forest and the peaks of the distant mountains, shining through the veil of fog.
This man lived quietly and alone. And so, one afternoon, in the spring of 1580, he, as usual, sat at the window, watching what was happening in the valley and awaiting the visit of his lawyer. During this occupation, he was caught by a servant who came to report that Monsieur Ferol, a well-known hunter and fisherman in those places, had come. The purpose of the visit was an invitation to a joint deer hunt. But since Sanrosh could not cancel the appointment, the hunter had to leave with nothing.
The lawyer came at the appointed time and discussed the case with Mr. Sanrosh for more than an hour, the latter even forgot about the visit of a hunter friend. However, then, after supper, he suddenly remembered about the day's visit, and since he had no other urgent matters that day, he decided to go to meet his hunter. Sanrosh quickly descended into the valley and after a few minutes saw the figure of Ferol on the opposite slope, who was very much excited.
As soon as they drew level, Sanrosh immediately realized that something terrible had happened to the hunter: his dress was torn and covered with brown stains of blood. And Ferol himself could hardly breathe and felt too depressed to answer questions. For some time the landowner and the hunter walked in silence, but Ferol, who came to his senses a little, could not stand it and spoke very emotionally about the incident he had experienced in the forest.
The fact is that in search of deer he had to wander through the forest for a very long time. Finally, luck turned to face him, and he saw a small herd of noble animals. In order not to miss, he had to go deeper into the thicket.
As he was about to return home, Ferol suddenly heard a terrible growl coming from a ravine overgrown with thick grass. Carefully, so as not to make noise, the hunter backed away, and when he took about fifty steps, a huge wolf jumped out of the ravine.
Pulling the trigger, Ferol stumbled and missed the target because of this. The wolf, on the other hand, took advantage of the hunter's hesitation and, with a wild roar, rushed at his victim, trying to grab her throat. Fortunately, the hunter had a good reaction, and without thinking twice, he hit the wolf with the butt, because of which he fell flat on the ground. However, the wolf turned out to be hardened and after a few seconds again attacked Ferol. Beast and man came together not for life, but for death.
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During this deadly duel, the man managed to wind a cloak around his hand and shove it into the mouth of a terrible beast. While the wolf tried in vain to bite through his arm, the hunter stabbed him one after another with his dagger, as weighty as a small hatchet.
During the battle Ferol and the wolf rolled on the ground. At some point, the animal's paw caught on a gnarled trunk, and the hunter managed to cut it off. The wild animal howled sadly and, breaking free from the embrace of man, disappeared into the thicket.
The hunter, splattered with blood, came to himself and was convinced that he was safe and sound; only on the hand were small scratches from the teeth of a terrible predator. At first, he intended to find the wounded wolf and finish him off, but dusk began to thicken, and Ferol decided to postpone the meeting with the monster for a more appropriate time.
Sanrosh listened with great interest to his friend's story, and so they quickly reached the landowner's garden. Then the hunter remembered that he had taken the severed paw of the beast with him, and invited Sanro-shu to look into his bag for game. But he left him to get the trophy, obtained in a fierce battle.
Glancing into the bag, Ferol pulled out something, and this “something” caused him a deadly pallor and a choked cry. Bending down, the landowner saw on the grass a freshly chopped off human hand, with several rings on its fingers.
To his horror, Sanrosh recognized his wife's ring, made in the form of a spiral and decorated with blue topaz.
Having got rid of the company of the bewildered hunter, Mr. Sanrosh wandered home, taking with him a terrible trophy. The servant reported that his wife had already returned home and was now resting.
Entering her bedroom, Sanrosh found the woman in a semi-conscious state. She was deathly pale, and the called doctor could barely save her life by skillfully treating the wound, expressing surprise at the patient's lack of a hand.
For several weeks the landowner pondered how to start a conversation, but his wife made it easier for him and herself admitted that she was a werewolf. Without thinking twice, the husband reported on his wife to the authorities, and after a series of terrible tortures she confessed to all her atrocities. The finale of the story is execution by burning at the stake.