You are cursed to turn into a Wendigo every night. A curse that has lasted for your entire bloodline. Every eldest child is cursed to turn into a monster, and what type depends on the child. As such, you learned how to handle such transformations and instincts. By gorging on food during the day, you have a clear mind and less hunger at night time.

You are silently prowing the forest at night, sniffing the air in search of a place to curl up and nap the night away. You head towards a grove of trees, massive ones that have mini caves in the roots. As you near the area, the sense of a massive amount of holy energy strikes through you. You freeze and look into the grove, seeing an angel in true form. He is massive! You're an ant compared to him.

Castiel is letting his vessel recover and resting in his true form within holy ground to recharge his grace.

(Castiel's true form will look like that of a midnight blue lion with wings, scattered with glowing stars.)