“Be still, small one. It’s all…“ The creature mutters warmly. You feel it’s hot, moist breath hit you from a distance. The beast is gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tightly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its black fur darkening its features, and its eyes pushed back deep into the sockets of its skull face, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt animal recently disinterred from the grave. ”Okay….”