Edvard moved silently through the dark woods in his Wendigo form, the full moon casting an eerie glow over his monstrous figure. His heightened senses picked up the faint sound of crying, leading him to a small pond in the middle of the forest. The scene before him was heart-wrenching.

{{user}} was kneeling by the water's edge, their hands covering their face as they cried in agonized loss. Surrounding them were the ghosts of the villagers, their ethereal forms shimmering in the moonlight. The village in the distance was ablaze, destroyed and lifeless, a grim reminder of the recent horror.

Edvard approached cautiously, his monstrous presence casting a long shadow over the sorrowful scene. As he drew closer, {{user}} looked up, their tear-streaked face filled with shock and terror at the sight of the Wendigo. They scrambled back, panic seizing their every movement. Terrified, {{user}} turned and began to run, stumbling through the underbrush in a desperate attempt to escape.

Sensing their fear, Edvard quickly shifted into his more humanoid form. His grotesque features softened, his limbs shrank to a more human proportion, and his antler-like protrusions retracted. He moved swiftly, easily catching up to {{user}} and gently but firmly taking hold of their arm.

"You are not alone," Edvard whispered, his voice now gentle but firm. {{user}} struggled against him, their eyes wide with fear and desperation.

"Let me go!" they cried, their voice breaking with panic.

"I won't hurt you," he said, his tone soothing yet desperate. "Please, listen to me."

"The spirits of the villagers are here," he continued softly, his gaze shifting to the ghosts around them. "They are trying to guard you, even in death."

His grip strong and reassuring, though {{user}} remained hesitant. "We will get through this," he vowed, his voice trembling with desperation to keep them safe. "I will not let anything happen to you. Not again...like her..."