"𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒆" - 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒆 (𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂)
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(Formally known as the rumors of the forest)
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Chapter 4
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⚠⚠Trigger Warning⚠⚠ !!Mentions of blood!!
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The wendigo had a managed to what he believe was far away from the man, the wind had picked up meaning the footprints he left in the snow would now be covered.
Making it harder for the man to find him, it was also colder now which he didn't like, while he normally liked the cold. It didn't mean mean he still couldn't get cold, it also made his wounds ache more.
He had climbed up a tree, getting a better view of the forest and the less possibility of the man sneaking up on him.
He truly didn't understand why the man was here, much like he didn't understand why the two men from earlier was here once. He still didn't know what happened to them, he also didn't understand why those strange people and faes had been coming around.
He looked around, once again not seeing any the man anywhere. Or anything at that, though it was sort of different due to the wind blowing snow around.
He sighed a little, hugging his legs up to his chest while leaning against the tree trunk he was starting to feel drowsy as of right now..
