maerow
Wanderer
Luci forced back the urge to punch Tomo in the face again. "That thing's going to eat us for dinner..." Luci muttered under breath, her stomach suddenly rumbling. She glanced at the Wendigo, a calculating stare-crouching down and offering her hand. Not to eat- but appease. "Hey, relax. We're not going to hurt you." Her voice was uncharacteristically calm, almost soothing. Well, I might. If you attack. She was half-tempted to pet the thing, but retracted her hand as she awaited a response of some sort.