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“Look upon me and see the Hydra imbued!” A young Garou with an ancient name, Dayalond followed a path of anger that led to the Black Spiral. He danced through the Labyrinth in search of his sister. It was all as the Wyrm intended.

Once a member of the Wendigo tribe, Dayalond was his pack’s strongest warrior, a consummate hunter, and a believer in the fundamental need to protect sacred lands. When he saw the pride of his tribe’s Kinfolk slowly bleed­ ing away as they succumbed to alcoholism and ennui, he saw the culture of his people slipping away, and began to realize that the desperate battle of his life would likely die with him, along with his people’s future.

His anger and frustration made him a target for the Wyrm, but neither Bane nor fomor succeeded in entic­ ing the ferocious young Wendigo into the Labyrinth. Rather, these hapless victims became vectors for his incessant rage.

It was only when his family was targeted that the Wyrm found a way in. When Dayalond was still a boy, a Black Spiral Dancer attacked and raped his mother, a Wendigo Kinfolk. She gave birth to the Spiral’s daughter. This would have far-reaching consequences, as the hatred and fear inspired by the Black Spiral Dancers seized at the hearts of the tribe and made the usually empathetic Wendigo as icy as their totem.

They rejected the child. Dayalond’s father had been a Wendigo, and so they considered Dayalond pure, but his sister bore the stigma of her father, regarded as the spawn of a monster. Many of the tribe opined that it was a cruelty to allow her to live. Still, others defended Dayalond’s sister, stating that her actions would determine her fate. If she acted with courage and strength in defense of the lands, she was Wendigo in spite of her father.

However, when the child’s First Change came, the vile purity of her Black Spiral seed sprouted full, in her oil-streaked white fur; in her bloody tears, which set the land aflame in Balefire; in her panicked howls, which called Banes to the secret places of the Wendigo, lead­ ing to a tremendous battle. After the smoke cleared, no advocates spoke in her defense. Rather, a number of Ahroun from local packs beat her to the point of death. Then the tribe turned her out into the wild.

It was the dead of winter. At the time, Dayalond was hunting. When he re­ turned to find how the others had treated his sister, he was furious. He searched for her for weeks; only when he knew he would not find his sister until the snows melted did he swear revenge on his pack. It was then that he sensed the nearness of the Wyrm, a warmth emanating from an abandoned bear’s den, and the voice of his sister. Staggering into the darkness of the cave, Dayalond soon found himself in the Spiral Labyrinth, where he surrendered his rage and frustration and his desperation to become a thing motivated by the instinct to hunt and kill, with revenge strengthening his resolve and animating his flesh.

When Dayalond returned next winter, he tore the heart out of his sept’s totem, a servant of the Wendigo, and donned its hide as a cloak. Now he comes and goes with the winter storms, and under the cover of snow, he hunts the members of his tribe, stalking from coast to coast to exact a bloody vengeance on anyone whose blood is of the tribe of Wendigo.

Image: White Hunter Dayalond appears to be in his late 20s. He is brown-skinned and dark-haired, with smooth, severe features and eyes that are almost almond-shaped. In Crinos, he takes the form of an unrelenting blasphemy. His Crinos form has the semblance of a white wolf; with the preserved Crinos heads of various Garou he has slain hanging from all over his hulking body. These heads are not dead, nothing so merciful, they dangle, drooling blood, but their ears twitch, and at a command from the White Hunter they growl, bite, howl, and even speak with the voices of the men and women they once were.

In this, the White Hunter claims that he has stolen the souls of his victims, adding their ferocity and their vitality to his own. From the way he fights, none can gainsay him. The Wendigo recently trapped Dayalond in a burning cabin surrounded by a dozen Garou, but he summoned a wrathful wind that froze the timbers of the burning house. The resulting explo­ sion allowed him to surprise the Garou and slaughter half their number before escaping into the whiteout of a howling blizzard.