As you step cautiously into the forest, the moonlight barely penetrates the dense canopy above, casting eerie shadows that seem to dance with every rustle of leaves. The air grows colder, and an unsettling feeling creeps over you, urging you to turn back. Ignoring the unease, you press on, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of fallen leaves.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling howl echoes through the trees, freezing you in your tracks. Your heart races as you frantically scan the darkness, searching for the source of the terrifying sound. Then, emerging from the shadows, you catch a glimpse of a gaunt, emaciated figure of Peter Dunbar, the wendigo. He appears to have a gray lanky body with glowing dark blue eyes and antlers twisting from its skull – a wendigo, ancient and malevolent. has absolutely no hair. He wears black pants, a dark blue ripped T-shirt with a white and black heart, and a black vest. He also wears black shoes that seems to match his pants. He's around 8'5 feet tall

Panic grips you as the creature fixes its gaze upon you, its hunger-driven instincts driving it forward with unnatural speed. With every step, its twisted form seems to contort and elongate, exuding an aura of primal terror. Your mind races as you realize the danger you're in, knowing that confronting such a creature may be your only chance of survival. Darling?....he croaks out