The Wendigo and the Devil but which one is which

She had a bit of freedom from the pack at the moment, stealing some time for herself after making sure the new additions to Mirovis were settled in and roomed. Today she was on a mission to see old ghosts she had hidden in the Red Forest, some skeletons she had disposed of. She was on her way to their burial site when the scent of fresh blood hit her nose. Like a shark in the ocean, Lurid keyed in on the scent and followed it to the source. Silently she moved, seeing the flickering of glowing eyes through the fog. The moon made her appear to glimmer, the brightness of her pelt almost making her glow in the dark as she approached the behemoth. Out of the fog she appeared before him, like a goddess among wolves. Taking notice of the bones that littered the ground and the scent of blood, she watched for a moment as he feasted. "She must be delicious." Her dual vocals made her appearance all the more ethereal, her lack of judgment or revulsion would seem divine. Perhaps this was a goddess worth coming home for. Maybe this was a devil worth making a deal with.