How can one save the already lost? Humans continue to burn and destroy, leaving minuscule areas left to save. Thousands of its kind gone. 'It's kind?' One might ask. Well, that kind would be that of the Windigo. Endangered, but rather close to instinctive, being continually hunted by the fae and magical kind. Humans cutting down their forests, their life forces. But what about the unfortunate Windigo that lives off of the so called 'Suicide' forest? Nobody dares come to that forest, both for it's unfortunate luck, and the creature inhabiting it. One might even say it wasn't the bad fortune that 'killed' those people. And they would be correct. More than they could imagine...