hello, darkness, my old friend!!

Wendigo whirled in a circle as he tried to make out any fireflies that might remain at ground level. One, he'd take any one of them! "Guys?" His throat tightened and his thoughts flashed hopefully to fire. He coughed once and tried again. Slightly frantic, he called, "Guys! Wait for me! I'll find more things to burn I promise!" Oh no this was terrible! His mind began to conjure up all sorts of fun activities he just knew he was missing out on.

He couldn't take it. Wendigo picked a direction and took off running as fast as he could even though he couldn't see far. In that moment he feared nothing but being left behind. "Guys! FRIENDS!" He wheezed. "Come back!" He stopped suddenly in a spray of grit to look heavenwards. As a last resort he started jumping in the hopes of leaping high enough to peek over the fog. Surely the fireflies were just out of sight.

"Speech"