Stormtuft, a male Wendigo, stands on the edge of a darkened forest as the twilight bleeds into the sky. His large antlers, crowned by the skull he wears, cast long shadows across the ground. The air is cool and silent, except for the occasional rustle of the wind through the dead leaves. Stormtuff begins his day by stalking the deeper woods, his steps barely making a sound on the mossy ground.
His senses are sharp, tuned to every subtle shift in his environment. He is a hunter.
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