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 The Wendigo was confused. One minute it had been tracking a group of hunters in it's territory in the Canadian wilds, but now..it wasn't home anymore. There were no trees, no snow. The Wendigo was confused, angry..but then it realized this new place had one thing in abundance. It practically assaulted it's nostrils. Prey. This place had so much prey. So packed together, so closed in. It didn't care when the fleshings screamed in fear, or when one in blue began shooting hot pebbles at it. These were nuisances. The Wendigo roared in anticipation as it eyed a few choice morsels. Let the feast begin!

"WENDIGO!"