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Two is Company, Three is LunchThe gouges left in the birch tree's flaky bark spoke with clarity equal to any language invented by humans. Two sets, overlapping at the bottom and then separating where the taller spirit's reach exceeded his partner's. Last night's snowfall obliterated the tracks, but the scents were still fresh.
Wendigo placed a hand over one set of slashes and lined his claws up with them. Based on their size they must belong to the female. He drew his fingers across the mark with slow, gentle pressure, careful not to scratch the wood and leave a signature of his own. They would be emboldened by the rare experience of having a companion, and hungry. If ever a situation called for a polite touch, this was it.
Fear and delight filled his mind with visions of what was and what could be. He traced one of the male's marks and turned to Jacques for support. "Look, Jacques! They are hunting-partners. She accepted him. Will accept me now. You agree, yes?"
The human flung emotions at him that were difficult
Wendigo WisdomOn Hunting
Always stun a wolf before going in for the killing bite.
Some food likes biting back.
Never bother with rabbits when there is human scent nearby.
You must be the patience Hunger is incapable of learning.
Always lick yourself clean after a meal.
Wasting blood is a disgrace and you deserve to be bitten for even thinking about it.
Never attempt to devour a whole village.
The Ancient Ones favor those who have lost much; avoid drawing their attention.
Always dig your caches deep.
Kin who have not traded favors do not deserve your food.
Always dress yourself before talking with humans.
They will be too distracted with offering you pants to provide good conversation.
Never taunt a medicine man.
You have been disowned; the Ancient Ones always side with humans.
Always learn something from each human you hunt.
Your host can only offer memories while each generation moves beyond him.
Never try to drive a ca
I rarely have a chance to photograph wildlife, so I practice with the skittish neighborhood cats. This one climbed into a thorny bush to hide from me. I will call it Z for the white shape on its leg.
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