By a hill in the woods

Alex inspected the wendigo briefly, and then put his knife away. "I don't have any meat, sadly. But I have some bread... and a few deer bones if you're okay with that." Alex took his backpack off and walked a little bit to the side, dropping some of its content on his "bed", A water skin, deer hide and a bundle of rope to mention a few. He then dropped the backpack on the side, and held out a handful of rib bones and gestured towards the stone nearby, suggesting his guest may have a seat. "They're no delicacy but... it's something to gnaw on." Alex had intended to perhaps use the bones to make some simple tools, or sell them in town. But none of these were high in priority and he did not mind giving them up in the least.

Alex didn't flinch when the wendigo moved towards him. He had steeled himself that if the wendigo was to attack at this distance, it would get the first strike no matter what he did. So instead of worrying about that, he had prepared a few different ways to potentially retaliate. Alex wasn't sure about this, but the liked to think that he was probably stronger than the wendigo, and thought this was his safest bet if things turned south.

"I've lived in the wild for all of my adult life. I don't mix well with crowds, too many things happening at once. It gives me headaches." Alex kept his guest in his field of vision and crouched on the other side of the fireplace and grinned as he observed the wendigo's protectiveness of its food, while he reached for some branches a distance to the side. "The world is a dangerous place no matter where you go-- I prefer the more natural dangers." He said, as he stapled a few pieces of wood on the fireplace and stared filling the center with branches. He seemed to be doing it out of habit. "They make more sense to me."

Alex didn't think much about why the wendigo decided to stand up. The further away it was, the easier he could breathe, anyway. That stench was really starting to get to him. There simply was no getting used to it.

"I don't know, really. I stopped bothering about my age and what year it was soon after I started living on my own. I reckon I should be some thirty years by now." As the fire broke, Alex sat down on the ground and leaned back. "I mostly stayed away from society, except the Sami, they're good people. But yes, I would normally check out a town or a village every third month or so. Buying clothes or the occasional book, checking the maps for where I was and where I was heading."

He scratched the back of his head as he continued. "Since I got to this island I've been very social, I guess there's much to learn and a lot to see here. It's been keeping me curious. I never knew anything about all these supernatural things until, like, a month ago."

Alex had not meant for the bones to be consumed. The marrow was what actually was nutritious. He was about to comment on it just as the wendigo spoke, and he decided to let it slide since his guest seemed to be fine.

"Like I said, I consider myself human. But I'm a halfblood, technically." Alex poked around in the fire with a stick as he talked, glad that he could breathe easier now. The bitter smoke was welcome over the unbearable stench of the wendigo. "I'm told my mother was a werewolf. She left me with my dad when I was still very young, so I don't know anything about her, except what my dad told me... and he didn't tell me much. He told me what my mother was and left it at that."

Alex did not normally want to reveal this, but he had done his research on the other side of the veil, and was fairly sure that werewolves were considered powerful beings. If revealing this to the man-eater would further reinforce his own position, then it was a small price to pay.

Alex didn't know any werewolf movies either, he had studied folklore and books, not movies. In fact, he could not remember watching an entire movie, ever. Screens had always given him headaches after just a few minutes. He just let the question off with a shrug.

"No, sorry. I keep track of seasons, but the climate is quite different here, so it's hard to tell. I left Europe during spring, and that was a month ago. I don't think summer's quite arrived yet." To Alex, it already felt like summer. He was used to a much colder climate.

"You said your name was Wess? Tell me more about yourself."