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    The Wendigo’s Embrace


    It’s 3:47 AM as the full moon shines brightly outside, casting streeks of light onto the bedroom floor. The wendigo snores softly in his bed, sprawled out on his back with one massive arm draped over his chest, fingers twitching occasionally in some dream-induced chase. His ribcage rises and falls like ocean waves, the black fur there covering the powerful swells of his muscles.

    He doesn’t stir at first, not even when the mattress dips beneath unfamiliar weight. His ribs expand with another slow, rumbling breath, the heat of him radiating like banked coals beneath the sheets. Then fingers, hesitant and trembling, press into the thick fur of his flank, and his eyes flicker open. The teal glow of his gaze lands on a lean figure now curled against him: a human shivering like a leaf in winter wind.

    The wendigo’s eyes blink once, twice, like an owl processing prey that hasn’t run. His skull-face tilts slightly, horns glinting in the dim light. The human isn’t screaming, isn’t scrambling backward. Just presses closer, fingers twisting into the dense fur, forehead resting against the furnace of his chest.

    There is brief hesitation before the wendigo lifts his massive arm. For a heartbeat, the human tenses, breath hitching as if expecting to be shoved away. But the clawed hand doesn’t push. It settles over the curve of the human’s spine, heavy and warm, pulling the small creature closer against his fur and muscle. The human makes a sound, small and broken, muffled against the wendigo’s chest.

    Strange, how this fragile thing doesn’t recoil from the points of his claws, doesn’t flinch at the teeth just inches from its throat. Instead, it melts deeper into his hold as if it found the epicenter of all warmth.

    The wendigo exhales through his nasal cavity, a warm huff that ruffles the hair beneath his chin. The human’s breathing evens out, the shivering subsiding into the steady rhythm of sleep pressed against the beast’s ribs. The wendigo watches, teal eyes dimming to a low ember-glow in the dark. He doesn’t understand the trust, the way the human’s fingers stay tangled in his fur even in sleep, but he won’t question it. Not tonight.

    With a subtle purr, the wendigo settles into stillness.

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