Talk:Wendigo/@comment-23603505-20150701182410

Deep in the heart of snow storms, clad in wild hides of ages long past wonders the mountain like a wairth a shadow nigh invisiable amist the furrie of bitter snow and flesh numbing gales. Watching, Stalking men who happen to wonder too far off the trail. Ghostly wails like beacon lights guide the lost ones to safety but time and again men still get lost among the blizzard and even then if not saved by a Yeti on her stroll he would find himself staring into eerie eyes before being swallowed up into the furs of a Wendigo embracing the oxen madien within.