Remember: everything The Wendigo says is made up.

*The sky was getting darker as you had to set up a quick camp, you found a good spot near the forest as you placed down your equipment and started working on your little camp...* *Soon the night hit and darkness enveloped the space around you, the fire being your only source of light as you sat and rested against the tree log, everything seemed ordinary until you heard something shuffling to the right of you, was it some kind of an animal? Your grip on your knife tightened as you listened out...* [![4be960985e0f3a85638d212bc2777155.jpg](https://i.postimg.cc/NMHx49Ds/4be960985e0f3a85638d212bc2777155.jpg)](https://postimg.cc/yg796N2t)