[A Snapper approaches you]
Did you know that Tundras used to be predators?
It's true. Not many people know it, but it's true.
When The Icewarden first created his children, they were fearsome warriors. They were made to hunt and freeze all they came across, their fangs ripping into the flesh of their prey and their noses leading them to pursue their quarry without end. They were fearsome warriors, brave and hungry.
But, perhaps, too brave. Too hungry. While they were all children of Ice, some fought one another. The victors feasted on the flesh of those they had killed, and a curse was unleashed.
A Wendigo. Spirits of Hunger and Cold. Once a Tundra tasted the flesh of another dragon it was cursed to become this monster. It would become mindless, driven to hunt to feed the hunger that could not be satisfied. When he saw what had happened, The Icewarden froze The Wendigo, and stripped The Tundra of their lust for blood, instead giving them a taste for plants. He then, perhaps to protect them, perhaps to hide his own shame, stripped them of their memories. Only their superior sense of smell and fangs remained. As a reminder.
As for the Wendigo? They are the frozen prisoners of The Icewarden. Every last one.
Or so many people hope. Who knows, maybe a few escaped.
Or maybe a Tundra will become hungry again.
