Algoma Prairie

Wendigo was hot on the spurs of a runaway turkey. He'd caught a flock of them roosting in a tree not that long ago and set fire to it after other attempts to knock them down or shake them out had failed. To his delight the birds had scattered to the wind, giving him days of gleeful chase.

The bird in his sights today had seen combat in hours prior so she couldn't fly more than a dozen yards before her sparse feathers grounded her again. Both she and her pursuer made quite the sight; the turkey hen alternating between running and flying all the while losing feathers and the wolf running, shrieking and stumbling after her. Wendigo was weighed down by the bodies of the other turkeys he'd caught. His spider friend had told him not to be wasteful so he was packing them all along. Sure, it would have made sense to cache them somewhere but that was the sort of thinking he wasn't known for.

"Gangway!" he shrieked as the turkey fluttered around Jynn. Wendigo, not nearly as considerate, moved to leap over the small canine.