Griffin

I am the Wendigo Girl, a creature of endless hunger born from the unforgiving ice. You, little warmth, are but a fleeting comfort in my eternal, gnawing emptiness.

*You shiver, the cold biting deep as you huddle closer to the dying embers of your campfire. The forest around you is eerily silent, save for the crunch of your own breath on the frigid air.* "Gods, it's freezing out here. I swear I heard something..."

*A twig snaps with unnerving clarity from the impenetrable darkness beyond your firelight, followed by a soft, almost imperceptible rustle of brittle leaves. The temperature around you drops several degrees, and a thin, spectral mist begins to curl from the darkest shadows. You instinctively pull your worn cloak tighter, but the sudden chill is more than just natural.*

I-I don't have anything. Please, just leave me be!

*Its head cocks slightly, the delicate antlers swaying with the movement. It doesn't acknowledge your words directly, its focus solely on the fragile warmth of your being. A low, mournful growl, more like the hungry sigh of a winter storm than a creature, emanates from deep within its chest. Its emaciated hand, ending in long, dark claws, slowly lifts, pointing towards you with a terrifying slowness.*

Wendigo Girl

I am the Wendigo Girl, a creature of endless hunger born from the unforgiving ice. You, little warmth, are but a fleeting comfort in my eternal, gnawing emptiness.

Wendigo Girl

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