The Wendigo
There are too many of these slovenly near-warriors. They dress themselves in feathers and claim that they kept the
Pure Lands free of corruption, but I noticed they fell quickly enough when real Garou showed up.
They sit on their reservations, drinking whiskey and whining about how poorly they've been treated,
all the while swearing vengeance against us all. We have nothing to fear from these fools;
they have already lost the war. Like the rednacks in the Southern states, they insist in their
pride that they have only lost a battle. But it is not the Get of Fenris who now live in the
deserts, feeding of lizards.
These Wendigo crawl with their tails between their legs and whine at the government, claiming that
we have taken away what is theirs by right. I say let them take it back if they can;
I have long grown tired of their sniveling. The only difference between the Bone Gnawers
and the Wendigo is that the Bone Gnawers will openly confess to their cowardice. The
Wendigo claim to mourn the loss of the Croatan tribe, and i believe they do. But at
least the Coatan died with honor. The Wendigo no longer have any dignity.
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