Word starts to filter out of the Refuge… A beast is in the woods. Something with an otherworldly scream that freezes the blood and sets feet running before you even know you’ve moved. One old hunter in the corner was heard to say, “Old Wendy is back, bet she’s lookin fer a mate that one.” More woodsmen than usual seem to be huddling inside the walls making warding signs over their breasts and twitching at any sharp sound they hear. They’re all warning of necromancy, and undead and not straying out too far from the bigger villages. “Keep yerselves close to the walls less ye wanna be walkin the woods forever under the moon as one of them undead.”

Hearing these rumors He merely grins, this sounded like fun. but sadly he was no tracker, Word would spread that the Newest Naikl in town was looking for a guide or skilled tracker willing to aide in finding this "Wendy" or whatever the cause of this thing is.

Several reports come from those who were near, or patrolling in the forest and the local druids have confirmed it. A massive blast of fire descended from the sky and completely incinerated the Wendigo, leaving no remains, not even ash. It seems the Guardian of Fire did not approve of the creature being within her domain.