Cold wind howls
Across the tundra, hard and bleak
It cuts through to the bone
And makes your body weak

Heart of ice
Soul of snow and hunger.
You could become me
Starvation breeds my kind.
Strength of storm

Sweet freezing warm
Power in the cold
I am the answer
I am the night.

Steve Macdonald, Cold
Butcher (1993)


No Wendigo in Play at this time--ed.