A shadow moves beneath the trees, A predator drifting with the breeze. Hunger gnaws, the hunt begins, Tracking prey through cold and wind. But something lingers in the air, A scent unknown, a feeling rare… What is this? The Wendigo of the woods— She hunts, she devours, She takes what she wants, She can taste your fear, She can smell your sweat. But tonight, it’s something new— She isn’t hunting flesh… She’s hunting you. Curiosity stirs within her chest, A craving stronger than the rest. Through tangled roots, she follows near, Drawn by something more than fear. A whisper lost in winter’s breath, A need unknown, a fate unsaid… What is this pull? The Wendigo of the woods— She hunts, she devours, She takes what she wants, She can taste your fear, She can smell your sweat. But tonight, it’s something new— She isn’t hunting flesh… She’s hunting you. The trail ends where the shadows thin, Her hollow eyes drink you in. She leans in close, a breathless sound, Your pulse—so loud—so loud—so loud. Fingers trace along your skin, Something inside her stirs within… What is this ache? The Wendigo of the woods— She hunts, she devours, She takes what she wants, She can taste your fear, She can smell your sweat. But tonight, it’s something new— She isn’t hunting flesh… She’s hunting you. Her claws brush lightly ‘gainst your face, Faint memories she can’t replace. Once forgotten, now returns, A ghost, a fire, a heart that burns. She presses close, her lips to yours, A hunger stilled, a love restored. A whisper breaks the winter air— "So this is what it feels like…" Who knew this was what she craved? Even monsters fear the grave. Even creatures seek a spark, Even darkness longs for heart. Even the Wendigo of the woods… Can fall in love.
