Legends and lessons of fear and tradition

I heard a story of a man that keeps good company with beasts. I heard of a
wild bull that bleed for the entertainment of rational kind creatures. It
was the woman inside the tree that told me the story. It went a bit
something like this:

‘My child hear here from the eternal one, from the one that moves in a
different sphere where ghosts find warmth. Hear the story of those you
are made of, those you are, those you can never escape being
build upon.