One-Man Raid

Boredom was dangerous in a wolf of Wendigo's particular, peculiar character. It led to ever increasing efforts to alleviate the boredom until said wolf found themselves in increasingly dangerous situations. For instance, he's started out trying to track down Marrow to harass her, but she'd vanished, as she sometimes did, so that had been no good. So he drank a bottle of bad wine instead, and got the idea in his head to go find the little raider princess and harass her into another fight, since she had been so entertaining. But at some point, the whole damn Raiders pack had decided to just move somewhere, which offended Wendigo rather a lot since it took away his entertainment. So he'd downed a few more bottles, and suddenly the idea of tracking them down was looking pretty swell.

By the time he found the sneaky bastards, he was well and truly shitfaced and the idea that he should raid them - by himself - seemed like a fucking riot. He didn't have access to any soot or herbs to roll in to cover his scent, but that didn't matter, right? A few squiggles of foxfire haphazardly painted on his mask would have done the trick, but apparently at some point he'd lost most of it and only had a bare toe-tip of the stuff, so all he had was a silly lopsided heart he'd smeared impulsively on his cheek instead. Another bottle fortified him, with a just-in-case additionally slung across his shoulders, and he set out confidently to steal some more booze and to kidnap himself a princess to fight with.

By some miracle he did not break his neck making it to the border in the dark - suddenly he was double offended because they'd taken his homeland as theirs, though he only cared because he was looking for reasons to be offended - and somehow didn't fall into the ravine either as he stumbled his way through that land, occasionally catching up the bottle in his jaws to gulp some down. He started out being sneaky before giving up and just wandering, before stumbling to a stop under a big tree. He shoved his mask up, yawning and scratching at his face. Ok, so if he was a little baby princess waiting to be kidnapped to go on an adventure, where would he be? Hiking his leg against the big tree to piss on it - partly because he'd had way too much to drink and his bladder was screaming, but also to mark it graffiti style like 'Wendigo wuz here' - he hummed a silly tune as he considered where to look.