He couldn't move. He couldn't talk, he could only watch on in horror. You, on the other hand were just fine. You were walking through the woods to meet with Crowley, when you heard a snap behind you. Crowley watched as you turned around, eyes wide, as a Wendigo charged full speed toward you. You fumbled your knife, and dropped it. You quickly spun away from the creature, and dove to retrieve your weapon. You felt a hand grab your ankle, and you couldn't help but let out a scream. You reached for the blade, but the Wendigo kept pulling you away. You kicked your way out of its grasp, and crawled toward the knife. Quickly grabbing it, you cl