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Besieged by the Wyrm and betrayed by their fellow tribes, the Wendigo have learned much about hatred over the centuries. The Europeans came to steal, murder, and conquer, and the tribes that came to the Americas with them were no better. Though the old wars over territory are now over, the Wendigo have forgotten little and forgiven less. Their anger is hot as blood on the snow; their hatred is cold and unyielding as glacial ice.

The Wendigo are named for their totem, the cannibal spirit of winter that has taught them much of their cold fury. They emulate him in many ways. They hunt as quietly as a snowfall, swiftly falling on their prey with the force of the North Wind. But they also view winter as the symbol of their purity: Vision clear as ice, heart spotless as fresh snow. They believe the European werewolves were caressed by the Wyrm long ago, and its corruption still lies within them. With the Croatan gone and the Uktena desperate enough to lie with the newcomers and delve into secrets best left forgotten, the Wendigo claim they are the only truly Pure Ones left.

Their rites and spiritual traditions reflect this concern with purity. The Wendigo meticulously attempt to expunge any trace of possible corruption from their rituals. Their moots are hidden well away from the eyes of any outsiders, and the Wendigo are not above killing even other Garou to defend their secrecy. Ritual purification is a common practice, particularly before or after hunting or going to war.

When they hunt, the Wendigo are terrifying even by the standards of werewolves. They do not bother with cruelty or mercy, instead killing with remorseless implacability. They are ghosts on the wind, dealing out sudden and bloody death. Even the Red Talons respect their skills — and, of course, understand their losses.

Outsider tribes know little of the Wendigo’s internal organization. In truth, the Wendigo are remarkably traditional. They have kept the Litany intact for long ages — even stressing the importance of avoiding human flesh, despite the influence of their cannibal totem. Leaders are expected to exemplify the tribal ideals of purity in particular. Homids and lupus are both well-respected, but unfortunately metis have a more difficult time within the tribe. They are living symbols of a failure to remain pure, and must work all the harder to prove their parents’ transgressions have left no inherent corruption on their souls.

Apart from their fairly strong alliances with the Talons and their Uktena brethren, the Wendigo have tenuous relations with the other tribes. They can work with any tribe if the need is great enough, but the situation must be dire indeed for a Wendigo to ally with a Fianna, Get of Fenris or Shadow Lord. The other “interloper” tribes are generally held at arm’s length, with the possible exceptions of the Silent Striders, Stargazers and Black Furies. But these days no tribe, not even the Uktena, is truly close to the Wendigo. Younger Brother’s scars run too deep.

At present, the Wendigo are on the defensive. The territories they have left are their primary concern. But they know that things just aren’t that simple. If they remain in their much-diminished holds, the other tribes will fall — it’s simply a matter of time, given their failings. And when that happens, the Wendigo, too, will be overrun. So their youngest and boldest roam out beyond the territories, entering cities and visiting other caerns to find how the war against the Wyrm is going — and where they may need to show the Enemy why it should fear the winter wind. Wherever they go, though, they remind the other tribes that they act from necessity rather than friendship. They still remember how they’ve been wronged. They still harbor an icy Rage.

Appearance: The Wendigo are not as ethnically mixed as other tribes: they are almost exclusively born to native peoples of North America, particularly in the north. Wendigo with strong Pure Breed are clean-limbed, strong timber wolves that with coats in varying shades of gray.

Kinfolk & Territory: The Wendigo’s human Kinfolk are exclusively Native American peoples, particularly those concentrated on reservations or in tribal communities away from the larger cities. Wendigo Kin usually understand more of the old ways than other Kinfolk do, having been entrusted with a surprising amount of tribal lore. The tribe has a relatively high number of wolf Kin in their strongest territories — Canada, Alaska and the plains states of the US — though they refuse to breed with wolves that have been raised in captivity.

Tribal Totem: Wendigo, the cannibal spirit of winter. They also strike pacts with lesser spirits of ice and storm, and with spirits that share Great Wendigo’s hunger, such as Wolverine and Mosquito.

Character Creation: Wendigo are a hardy, warlike group; strong Physical Attributes are prominent among the tribe. They favor Abilities that are most useful for war and the hunt, and there are precious few Wendigo that don’t have at least a dot in Survival. Contacts and Resources are discouraged Backgrounds.

Initial Willpower: 4

Beginning Gifts: Beat of the Heart-Drum, Call the Breeze, Camouflage, Ice Echo, Resist Pain

“Just because we have survived the treachery of your ancestors, that doesn’t mean we’ve forgotten or forgiven. Count yourself lucky there are greater enemies.”

Stereotypes

Black Furies: There’s little justice in this world, is there? Only what you make with your hands.

Bone Gnawers: They do what’s necessary to survive — understandable. But they have given up their pride, which is more than I am willing to do.

Children of Gaia: Too little, too late. Fianna: They offer hospitality and assistance from within the caerns they took from us so long ago. Such loremasters should sing less of their glory and more of their shame.

Get of Fenris: No loyalty and no honor. Respect for strength is not a virtue — it’s just fear.

Glass Walkers: This is the world you wanted? Are you happy in it?

Red Talons: Your anger is very like ours, cousins, but would you defend our Kin the way we defend yours?

Shadow Lords: Be certain they understand that we reject their bargains, and we will defend what little we have left with fang and claw. These crows take only what’s easily gained.

Silent Striders: Wise, sad strangers. They don’t turn on their neighbors to make up for what they’ve lost — I almost wish I could want to be like that.

Silver Fangs: They failed us long ago, and they still fail us today.

Stargazers: You can trust them. They want nothing of their own save understanding.

Uktena: Older Brother is as desperate as we are now. His path is as crooked as his serpent totem, and I fear it’s taking him into places darker than Uktena’s den.