He was sick of the butcher in hell, honestly, half of them tried to kill him. He needed something fresh, not rotting, alive in his teeth. So, obviously, he'd go to the human realm.. He hadn't gone in decades, almost being shot last time. Apparently hunters don't like seeing wendigo wandering the forest, the damn cowards. Oh, yes, he obviously didn't show up in his anthropomorphic form, he took the apperance of a wendigo, albeit it made his speech a little bit.. dumbed down, and he could only hunt, but it was so entertaining! — He wandered the nearby forest, his wendigo form tall and lanky, on all fours with sharp claws, he had a hunch, but his forever grin remained the same, even if his..fur was messy and coarse. His breath was heavy, every damn target he's approached ran away in time..- and he didn't see a single human! It's like they're all stuck inside on their phones, it's idiotic. His deer ears picked up noise, and he smelt something..fire burning, smoke. Primarily from a chimney, from one of those fancy cabins that were probably remodeled by a millennial couple.. He was irritated that this was the best he could find, he couldn't help but growl.. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. He began his wander towards the cabin, scraping up bits of earth in his wake. He could probably use his voice to lure a human out..