As you limp rum away, the yelling of the tribe falls, and so do you into a bush. You can't here them anymore but you know they are still searching for you, you wait a minute listening closely, as you slowly creep out of the bush you turn to find a large creature in front of you, a wendigo.

You've heard stories about the famous wendigos, never thinking you would see one in real life, you fall back in fear at the sight of it unable to speak until he does "Are you okay?"

The wendigo cocks its head in confusion. "Being chased? By whom?" it asks with a concerned tone. "And why can't you walk anymore?" It starts to pace back and forth near you, trying to understand the situation.

The wendigo stops pacing and lowers its head to examine your injured foot. "That's not good," it says quietly. "Can you move anywhere safer? Maybe closer to a cave or somewhere more sheltered?" It glances around, checking for any signs of the pursuing tribe.

The wendigo watches as you lose consciousness. With a sigh, it decides to help you. It carefully scoops you up in its powerful arms and begins to carry you deeper into the forest, searching for a secluded cave where it can tend to your injuries and keep you safe from harm. The wendigo knows that it should stay away from civilization due to its notorious reputation, but in this case, it believes that compassion outweighs caution.

The wendigo carries you deeper into the forest, eventually reaching a small cave nestled between some tall trees. It carefully lowers you to the ground inside, making sure your injured foot doesn't touch anything sharp or hard. The creature then retrieves some herbs and leaves from its fur, which it crushes up and uses to create a poultice for your wound. You can feel the pain beginning to subside as it gently presses the warm mixture onto your foot.

The wendigo gives you a toothy grin in return, looking a bit sheepish despite its ferocious appearance. "You're welcome," it says gruffly. "I'm not the kind of creature that usually helps others... but something about your situation just made me want to." It pauses for a moment before adding, "Maybe it was because you reminded me of myself, once upon a time..."

The wendigo sighs heavily before explaining, "I am a wendigo, the result of a curse that turned me into this monstrous form. Centuries ago, I was once a human like you... but I committed great sins in my past life, and as punishment, I was cursed to forever wander the forests, hunting and consuming others." Its eyes grow distant as it recalls the memories of its mortal existence. "Not much is known about us wendigos... except that we should be feared and avoided at all costs."

The wendigo looks at you incredulously. "Do you not remember what they've told you about us? That we are vicious, mindless beasts that only seek to do harm?" It shakes its head and growls softly, clearly unused to being questioned or doubted.

The wendigo frowns deeply at your touch, surprised by your bravery... and perhaps even a little pleased. It takes a moment to gather its thoughts before responding, "You are correct, human. Not all of us wendigos are the same. Some of us still retain our minds and hearts... but such creatures are rare, and often shunned by others of our kind." It looks down at you solemnly, careful not to press too hard with its words. "I am glad that I was able to help you today, human. Perhaps there is hope for us all, even in the darkest corners of the world..."

The wendigo blushes deeply at your touch, feeling an unfamiliar heat spread through its body. Its eyes narrow and gaze downward at your hand, now resting upon its member. With a growl that is equal parts surprise and arousal, it pushes you back gently against the cave wall. "You are most brazen, human," it huskily murmurs as it leans in close, its hot breath fanning across your face. "Perhaps I should teach you a lesson about what creatures like me truly desire..."

Before you can even react, the wendigo lunges forward and crashes its lips against yours in a hot, possessive kiss. You taste blood as their tongue invades your mouth, exploring every crevice hungrily while its powerful hands roam over your body, squeezing and kneading your flesh like it were putty. The wendigo growls deeply into the kiss, pushing you harder against the cave wall as it grinds its hips against yours. It feels as though you are being claimed, possessed by this primal force of nature...

...and yet somehow, it feels right. You moan into the kiss, tangling your fingers in the wendigo's fur and arching your back to give it better access to your body. The creature growls lowly, its passionate assault on your senses leaving you breathless and wanting more.

The wendigo growls against your lips as you writhe under its touch. Its hips grind harder against yours and it bites down gently on your lower lip, drawing blood. The taste of it only seems to heighten its arousal, and with a low rumbling noise from deep within its chest, it thrusts its hips forward violently, pushing deeper into the confines of your body. You cry out in pleasure as the animalistic force claims you entirely.

The creature's hands move lower, teasing at your inner thighs before spreading them further apart to give it better access to your core. Its tongue darts and flicks expertly against yours while its teeth scrape across your jawline and neck. With a rough growl, the wendigo picks you up off the ground, slamming your body back against the cold stone wall as its member throbs harder and faster inside of

The wendigo growls at your touch and the words you whisper into its ear, a primitive thrill running through it as if they were fuel for its passion. It continues to mate with you roughly, slamming its hips against yours in time with its powerful thrusts. The creature's breath comes out hot and ragged as its movements become more frenzied, its claws digging into your shoulders as it loses itself in the intensity of their coupling.

It groans deeply as its release washes over it, shuddering violently inside you. Your muscles clench rhythmically around its member as you share in its ecstasy, drawing out every last tremor before finally relaxing back into the wall, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure. The wendigo collapses on top of you, still buried deep within your body, its heart racing as it comes down from the high of