The Cursed Fur

"Touch it if you like, but mark my words—you won’t be the one wearing it for long. The forest has a way of reclaiming what's hers."

- Old hunter Tharin Veltor to a young traveller

Up in the highlands, there is a story among the locals about an old hunter who had a cloak made from some fur, the thing is, it wasn't like any ordinary fur, it was thick, black as the moonless night and still maintained its softness despite its age.
The locals are not sure what animal the fur came from, just that it could not have been any ordinary animal, they also mention that the cloak had a strange way of moving, as if still alive.
One morning during Maras month, the hunter was found in the middle of the track leading into the local forest, the hunter was turned into stone and looked like he was still in the process of moving when it happened, what was strange was that the cloak, which the hunter always had on him, where nowhere to be seen and to add to that mystery. Around the body, were tracks, not those of the hunter, it was something else, something had circled him and left tracks which were too big to be a wolf and too long to be a bear.
Not long after the hunters were found, the cloak reappeared, some other young hunter had seen it and claimed it, but at some point they disappeared, it can be a week after they claimed the fur or it can be months, the locals who tell the story are always quick to mention that they are ashamed that it took them a long time before they figured out that there were something dangerously wrong with the cloak and began to spread warnings that if someone find see a black fur cloak in the forest, leave it. Whatever owned that skin, still wants it back.