Wendigo, a word that has fallen into butchered disuse through the passing centuries. Foals hear the story of windigos, spirits that feed on animosity instead of harmony, spirits of wind and cold and frost. Oh if the true history were told, Celestia's precious ponies would cower and wail in fear come the night.

The true tales of the wendigo is one soaked in blood, gristle, and gore. My story.

A tale from the Petrichor universe.

(Author's note, this is also the first thing I've written in months, so bear with me)