There had been a lot of rumors about the town of Baska, Baron had taken them all in catching sprinkles of information about a beast hiding in the hills. From what he had heard it had taken many a women and children during nightfall, though he wasn’t too sure most of the rumors were true given the sources were often either drunk or too paranoid out of their wits to form a coherent sentence. What he was hunting was no other than the mythical Wendigo, though much to his dismay there wasn’t much to go on besides the sound it made and what it sort have looked like. There were conflicting descriptions, one depicted it as a beast with the body of man, legs of wolf and head of deer with a fine rack of antlers, another depicted it as a lanky demon-esq abomination with a body splendidly and fearsome but like the first it had a rack of antlers, the last of the descriptions was the most interesting, this one was said to be muscular and stood higher than ny man with the capability to carry a person off with one hand as its massive horns damn near blocked out the sun. Regardless of appearance Baron wanted to see it for himself, thus he had set up camp in the hills near the water and stayed up all night in his search going as far as to make a snare trap, which he was in the tree now to get to work on.
The silence of the forest had made him uneasy at first, but a certain peace had rushed over him as he thought on about what he would do with the best when he found it. Perhaps he could punch it and then take it back to town to show it off. That’d be interesting, though with a little work he could perhaps squeeze information out of it… if it spoke, but from reports it only had a loud, screech to communicate. “I better get down soon... he yawned to himself stopping on one branch to loop again. He climbed up it with little issue, rope around his shoulder being tied into a snare, though when a voice broke the silence he stumbled with the rope in his hands, one thing led to another and the tangling of the equipment led to him ultimately hanging from the tree, rope wrapped around his chest, his neck twice stopping any snapping but choking him as he hung in the tree. He didn’t kick his arms or legs and hung for a moment as he sat and ended up turning to look at who had given him a spook. A beautiful woman and her... Dog.
"Oh well, I wasn't planning on... Catching... anything..." he dropped his arms as he began to choke, "You're on the menu..." were his last words before he began to lose air flow... "Help."