Chapter 4
She turned to face the constable. His face was that of a man confronted by his worst nightmare. His mouth hung open slightly, face pale, and his eyes were glued to the carcass on the ground, unable to look anywhere else.
But although she felt the same repulsion, she didn't have time to coddle him or indulge her own sensitivities. Dispassionately she surveyed the body again, nodding in grim acceptance. Based on the amount of meat remaining on the bones, the wendigo wouldn’t be far away. Because the hunger of a wendigo is never sated, she knew the meal wasn’t finished. They became larger with every human they devoured; however, their bodies remain emaciated as they grew taller, causing a vicious cycle where they could never reach repletion.
The wendigo would be back, assuming it
