My grey wolf

There has once been told a story That from far away seems to come None does remember, truly that day But many elders remember it vaguely, The story tells us of a man So pure hearted and yet so fierce They tell he fought like an Indian, Looked white but wasn’t black For that cause, But many tell he was not human For the forest was his home, And all these years his spirits Living in those woods, But many years ago, he fought So to protect the place he loves the most The place where he died. Some saw him change into a bear So big and awesome Some have seen him as an eagle But many remember to have Seen him as a grey wolf. The story we all love to like Wishing it was true, Can it have happened?