Sheepeater Cliff wendigo

This might be set after Jinx accepts him but idk yet.

The forest was his home. It always had been, and always would remain as such. The boy could not entirely resist looking with an odd longing towards the distant mountains, and even slipping from the cover of the boughs from time to time, as if to drift closer. As soon as the earth transitioned to beach he would retreat - and it was in this disrupted state that he caught within the shadows of the forest once again, sheltered from a sudden spray of rain. The sound of the water dripping through the leaves was soothing, like a lullaby. Familiar. It spoke to him of days in the company of his family, which Tiarnan now deeply regretted leaving. The boy moved along through the drizzle without his usual fervour, lethargic in his gracelessness, but came to an abrupt halt when he heard the sounds of heavy breathing. It sounded like his own sadness made solid, made living, and in an instant Tiarnan was apprehensive.