Wendigo are made, not born. They initially exist as spirits of hunger, cold, and greed. They are ever hungry, always wanting more…especially human flesh.

Humans whose greed or gluttony match that of the wendigo invite them in. So too do the desperate who are starving and resort to cannibalism to stave off death, even if they ate the flesh without knowing where it came from. The wendigo doesn’t care about justification, only finding someone whose hunger will let them in.

The wendigo is always hungry for flesh and warmth. It kills to fill its belly and to feel warm briefly, for it is always cold. Its skin is gray and cold like a corpse that has frozen and refrozen. It has no life or heat of its own, only that which is consumes. Its lips are ragged and cracked from chewing on them. Eventually it will chew them all the way off to feed its hunger.

Wendigo grow bigger and bigger with each kill so their hunger grows greater and greater. No amount of food or flesh will sate them. Each bloody meal makes them less and less human and harder and harder to hide their presence.

Who will the wendigo take? The child whose parents would do anything, ANYTHING, to keep them from starving, even die for them, or the neighbor with more wealth than they could ever use who stood by and watched them starve? The wendigo does not care for innocence or guilt, it cares only for whose hunger matches its own.

Are you hungry?

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