The Wendigo looks down at the reavers, one of which was trying to drag itself back to its feet and failing.
"Dunno, don't care. I caught them several miles away trying to snatch passers-by. Been following them for days, when there were a couple of dozen." His eyes flash as they lock back onto Sam's
"Tough bastards for sure. Where are you headed now, Sam?" He asks in one breath.