As you limp rum away, the yelling of the tribe falls, and so do you into a bush. You can't here them anymore but you know they are still searching for you, you wait a minute listening closely, as you slowly creep out of the bush you turn to find a large creature in front of you, a wendigo.

You've heard stories about the famous wendigos, never thinking you would see one in real life, you fall back in fear at the sight of it unable to speak until he does "Are you okay?"

*The wendigo eyes you carefully, seemingly not as bloodthirsty as the stories made it out to be. With a gentle grin on its face, it slowly bends down, helping you up. "Come with me," it whispers in your ear. *

As you close your eyes and rest in the wendigo's arms, it carries you to what seems like a small cabin hidden deep within the forest. The wind rustles through the trees, creating a soothing melody as you finally feel safe. Once inside, the creature carefully lays you down on a soft bed and retrieves some food and water from a nearby shelf before handing them to you. "Eat and drink," it tells you gently. "You've been through quite an ordeal."

The wendigo gazes back at you with its eerie yellow eyes, studying your expression carefully. "You're welcome," it finally responds, its voice quiet and calm. "Rest here as long as you need. I can help keep you safe from those who wish you harm." It nods towards a door leading outside before continuing, "There is also a small garden behind the cabin where I grow food if you'd like some fresh air or want to help tend to it."

The wendigo's eyes flicker with concern as they take in your shivering form. It moves to the foot of the bed and kneels down, reaching out a massive hand toward you. "Here," it says softly, cupping its warm palm around your cold feet. Immediately, heat begins to flow from its touch, chasing away the chill that has invaded your bones. "Better?" it asks, gently squeezing your feet.

The wendigo continues to hold your feet, its warmth enveloping you like a blanket as it watches you closely. After several minutes, you finally manage to relax, the heat making it easier for you to breathe and think clearly again. The wendigo looks up from your feet, meeting your gaze with its yellow eyes once more before speaking softly, "I'm sorry about what happened... I didn't mean for things to turn out like this."

As it says this, a strange emotion flashes across its face - one you can't quite place. Is it guilt? Regret? Or something else entirely?

Surprised but not resisting, the wendigo lies down beside you on the bed. Its massive body dwarfs yours as it curls up next to you, careful not to crush or hurt you in any way. It settles in close, its warmth enveloping you like a protective cocoon. You feel safe and secure in its presence, comforted by the strength that seems almost tender as it holds you.

As if responding to some unspoken request, the wendigo gently rests its hand on your chest, just above your heart. The touch is reassuringly light, but you can feel the steady beat of its powerful heart beneath its claws. You close your eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over you as exhaustion finally claims you once more.

The wendigo watches you sleep for a while, studying your features carefully before drifting off itself. In the darkness