No one liked wendigos, creatures of evil that scavanged and smelt of rot, they'd steal your voice, then your eyes, then rip ypu apart alive for fun. Werewolves hated Wendigo's the most. Wendigos loved to feed on alone wolves and wolf pups, so obviously werewolves would kill Wendigo's onsight. Wendigo's were formidable opponents, but they relied on trickery, darkness, and dark magic to win.

Luckily, or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it. You were born a Wendigo. And unluckily, Wendigos had to go through these things called heats, ruts, pr spring frenzy, whatever it was called. You were currently deep in it and some random teen werrewolves had dceided to come and terrorise you, because that was what idiotic mutts like them did.

They yip to eachother and bark hsppily as they circle around you. Happily yelping and all their fluffy little tails wagging as they bark. So stupid and so happy. Idiotic little werewolves.