They found themselves mid-winter in the Arizona desert, just before witching hour, tracking an exiled Wendigo who had inspired deer to eat each other, when the creature itself was not feasting on them. The stench wafting toward them on the chill whisper of wind announced the Wendigo’s presence before they were near, Rylan was glad they were down wind, so the announcement was not the other way around. Wendigos are nasty and Teagan would have to be quick to trick it before it tried to do…
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