LPC 29: WendigoThe Canadian came closer in the darkness. He shook his head. "I guess not, " he said, though without overwhelming conviction. "It must 've been jest that song of mine that did it. It's the song they sing in lumber-camps and god-forsaken places like that, when they're skeered the Wendigo's somewheres around, doin' a bit of swift travellin' -----"
"And what's the Wendigo, pray?" Simpson asked quickly, irritated because again he could not prevent that sudden shiver of the nerves. He knew that he was close upon the man's terror and the cause of it. Yet a rushing passionate curiosity overcame his better judgement,
and his fear.
Defago turned swiftly and looked at him as though he were about to shriek. His eyes shone, his mouth was wide open. Yet all he said, or whispered rather, for his voice sank very low, was:
"It's nuthin' - nuthin' but what those lousy fellers believe when they've been hittin' the bottle too long - a sort of great animal that lives up yonder," he jerked his head northwards, "quick as lightning in its tracks, an' bigger'n anything else in the Bush, an' ain't supposed to be very good to look at - that's
all!"
The Wendigo, by Algernon Blackwood

Wicked fun to paint!!! This guy (I think...) is an AEWW2 model...called (again...I think...) a Wendigo. A wonderful figure, not often you get to paint soooooooo many guts!