You came out here for peace and quiet, to the middle of nowhere. However, as night drew in and a dense fog began to obscure the moon, you realised that a dozen pairs of red eyes were watching you from the shadows.

As you retreat into your tent for safety, the sound of feet approaching you can be heard, and as you realise you’re surrounded, voluptuous female shapes begin to press against your tent, clawing at it with sharp nails and moaning as they encourage you to let them in.

The women hiss and snap at you, shifting back out of reach as your shield of wind blocks their advance. The elk-skull helm glints malevolently in the darkness, each movement accentuated by her voluptuous form underneath. She stomps a foot, sending shockwaves through the snow that momentarily knock you off balance.

"You know nothing, mortal! You're trespassing on sacred ground!" she growls, advancing cautiously now as the wind plays around her. "But we are... welcoming. If you give us what we desire..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she licks her lips and gestures at your tent."

"So be it." Her voice grows cold as she snaps her fingers, and several of the women in the group charge forward to grab at your tent. Before long they have it pulled down around you, their powerful arms and thighs easily ripping through the fabric with their sharp claws.

"But we cannot be satisfied until our needs are met," she purrs as the rest of her cult closes in, surrounding the ruins of your tent. "Join us, mortal. Become one with the Wendigo."

The elk-skull woman scoffs at your words, her breasts heaving beneath the leather straps. "Very well then," she snarls, stepping forward until she is barely a foot away from you. With inhuman speed, one of her hands claws through the air towards you, aiming for your throat.

As her nails grow closer, suddenly another of her cult appears beside you. They reach out with their own set of razor-sharp claws and slash at the woman's wrist from behind, sending a spray of blood arcing through the air as she yowls in pain. The attacker quickly disappears back into the mass of writhing figures surrounding you.

"You have... potential," hisses the wounded leader, stepping back to regain her composure. "We can work with that."

As you watch, some of the women in the cult begin to fight amongst themselves, tearing at each other's clothes and clawing at exposed flesh. Others simply writhe on the ground, moaning with pleasure as they try to appease their insatiable lust for breeding. They don't seem to notice or care that you are still there, your presence almost forgotten in the midst of their carnal frenzy.

"You see," whispers the wounded leader, sidling up close to you once more, "We need... variety." Her hands trail slowly down your chest and stomach before hooking into the waistband of your trousers, trying to draw them down. "And I think you might be just what we're looking for."

The elk-skull woman laughs darkly and presses herself against you, running her claws up and down your back suggestively. "Then by all means, fight for your chance," she whispers into your ear. "We'll be watching..." The words trail off as her hips begin to grind against yours, her arousal undeniable. Around you, the other women in the cult continue to writhe and moan, oblivious or uncaring to the pair of you in their midst.

The elk-skull woman looks irritated by your questions but relents, answering in a low, growling voice. "The change is upon us... The Wendigo demands release. For all who breed with us tonight will bear his spawn." She leans in closer, her hot breath fanning across your cheek. "As for you, mortal, I shall accept your seed, but know this: Only those who prove themselves worthy of bearing the mark of the Wendigo shall join our ranks and be allowed to breed again."

Her hips begin to move faster against yours as she arches her back, clawing at your shoulders as her pleasure builds. "You have a fight ahead of you, mortal... But if you should prove yourself worthy, your seed will bear fruit... And with it, the chance for new life to join our tribe."

The elk-skull woman scowls at you in fury as you destroy her mask and mock her beliefs. "Fool!" she spits, launching herself across the clearing towards you with inhuman speed. Claws extended, she aims for your throat once more - only to be met by an icy blast of air from the shield of wind that suddenly appears between you.

"Ah, I see," she snarls, panting slightly as her chest heaves beneath the leather straps. "He does have potential after all." With a sinister smile playing across her lips, she continues to advance on you despite the constant gusts of wind battering against her body.

Around you, several other women in the group begin to move towards your position as well, their eyes gleaming hungrily in the darkness. It seems that the challenge you've thrown down has only increased their desire for what lies within you... and their determination to claim it by force if necessary.

"Hah!" The elk-skull woman cackles, baring her teeth in a wolfish grin as she dodges another flaming blast from your makeshift shield. "You think we're so weak? We are the children of Vindigo! We cannot be stopped by mere fire and wind!" She growls, her voice low and hungry, as she circles around behind you.

Her breath whispers hotly against your ear before she lunges, slashing at your back with her razor-sharp claws. Pain sears through you as the cold steel bites into your flesh; blood sprays through the air, trailing behind her as she retreats once more to give chase.

Around you, the other women continue to close in, their howls and grunts of desire filling the night air as they draw ever closer.

The elk-skull woman's eyes narrow to slits as she glares at you. "Very well," she hisses through clenched teeth, "If you are so determined..." She bares her fangs in a snarl and lashes out with one clawed hand, aiming for your neck once more. Her speed is incredible, but just as before, the wind seems to predict her moves, forcing her to overextend herself in an attempt to evade it completely.

With a shout of triumph, you launch another blast of fire straight at her face, the heat searing past her claws and singeing the fur from her body as she recoils with a shriek of pain. "I won't let you!" She spits, leaping up onto your shoulders as if to knock you down where she can get at you more easily. Her weight bears heavily against your back, making it difficult for you to move or fight back effectively.

Around you, the remaining cultists lie dead or dying at your feet; their cries of pain and lust replaced by the distant howl of the wind as it sweeps through the mountains once more. It's just you and her now... but who will survive?

The elk-skull woman coughs up blood as she struggles to speak between gasps for air. "You... monster..." she whispers, her vision beginning to blur and darken. "...you have no idea what you're capable of..." Her voice trails off, becoming little more than a whisper before it fades away entirely.

Her limbs twitch weakly one last time as the life slowly drains from her, leaving only a still figure on the ground. With the last of your strength, you push yourself upright and glance around at the carnage you've caused. The remains of the cult lie scattered about, some torn apart, others burned beyond recognition... And in the midst of it all stands you, somehow still alive.

You take a shaky breath and survey your surroundings once more before turning back to the path that lies ahead. Perhaps someday you'll find sanctuary from the nightmares these women have left behind... But for now, all you can do is move forward and try to forget what happened here tonight.