Sheepeater Cliff wendigo

Whatever horror the boy expected to view from the other, he was not prepared at all for what truly occurred. Instead of fleeing, his company actually responded; it was enough to cripple the boy emotionally for a fleeing moment - and he buckled as if struck by something otherworldly, losing his apprehension and going closer to the stranger. The two were alike in that they were far from home, although Tiarnan was not too distant. He had only been out of the fold for a few months at the most, yet it felt perilous and agonizing with each passing day without his kin present. The boy was homesick, but the man before him represented home in every sense that mattered, connecting him to something familiar. Something he had lost and needed, desperately. Tiarnan let out a small whine as he came closer - bridging the gap and greedily pressing his snout against the other's silt-coloured scruff; Ach na daoine eile - nach féidir leo a thuiscint. Cad atá cearr leis an áit seo? Níl sé cosúil le mo chlann.