And I Watch My Guiding Star, As It Plunges To The Dark [Wendigo]

Áskell entombed himself in small cavern on the edge of the volcano and waited for the illness to take him. It had slain his brother and now it would take him, he was sure of it. He curled up closer to his fire, singeing the edge of his fur as he tried to get closer and closer to the source of the warmth. He could hear a strange singing out in the dark and the rattling of chains and he knew the evil spirits were coming to get him. They'd enslave him like they had his father and drag him screaming into the night but he had no intention of going quietly even if part of him longed to see his father and brother again. The least he could do was fight the demon the darkness sent to catch him and if he went then it would be with the beasts flesh in his teeth.