How long as hit been since the wendigo first became the beast it is now? How long ago since that fateful winter where desperation drove him to lose his humanity by preforming such a vile act? He doesn't know. He doesn't remember. He hardly remembers anything anymore. Even his name, Achak, is just a distant memory lost in the sea of thoughts of the all consuming hunger.

Winter has made trying to sate that hunger difficult. He hates winters. Its cold...he's starving...his fur does little to help when his body is so gaunt. Bits of flesh and dead plant material hang from his antlers that weigh heavy on his head.

He wants to make a fire. To find a cave. Something to escape the biting cold that tears at him but he can't.

Hungry. So hungry.

The smell of blood catches his nose and his had snaps in that direction. His eyes sharpen. Perhaps a lucky wolf managed to find something to kill. A perfect meal for himself. The wolves knew to fear him.

However following the tempting aroma he finds no prey but a car that's veered off the icy road and slammed into a tree. The driver is bleeding. Food is food...this wouldn't be the first time he's eaten and unlucky traveler.

However as he draws near he find himself stuck in place. Staring at them. Unblinking. Something, somewhere deep within him, a place he long since thought he lost, tells him to stop. Tells him 'not this one'

Its been so long since he heard anything but the hunger within his mind that he feels the overwhelming need to listen to it. But then it leaves the question of what to do with them?