It’s been a few days since you’ve entered the supposedly nonexistent wendigo’s territory, you continue to get more desperate as time passes, you must prove this to yourself. The sun is setting on your small camp and you sit by the fire, contemplating your situation and wondering if you should just give up. Suddenly a bone rattling chill runs down your spine and a moment of primal fear runs through your body as you hear what sounds almost like the mating call of a deer, but twisted out of tune and much more terrifying. To make matters more scary, it’s not mating season for deer, and there is not a single human soul for miles on end meaning that whatever made that sound definitely came from something other than a deer or a person.