then with quiet , intoned whisper that filled up the silent hall ; the tragic tale my mentor sang me i will now replay in full ; i had heard a lonely growling , just beyond the sacred shrine a far-off , doleful , plaintiff howling through the hills of knotted pine ; it all started on that evening when the full moon came to light ; a deep , resentful , soulful moaning echoed through the deepest night ; weeks went by , and still this howling filled the eerie countryside ; then i saw it in the meadow : a female werewolf in midstride .