Wendigo Forest

Myths—legends—stories—they all amounted to one thing: half-truths. Through evolution things changed. Revealing false information became a profession trusted only to a select few. Sometimes, however, the unknown preferred anonymity.

The Fawns researched the unusual on a daily basis. That didn't mean everyone in the family was happy with the lifestyle. Scars came in a number of varieties and Clara Fawn carried them all, visible or not. No one ever questioned them or her before. That was about to change...

Somewhere along the line, moving became as common as Sunday night dinner. Some bites were good, others not quite as palatable. Their new hometown overflowed with strange myths. Not waiting to hear them before entering the woods was the last mistake any of them would make.

The Wendigo were out there, waiting...