The Last Wendigo - Ice Moon
As it heard the death howls of it's two companions, the final Wendigo stopped chasing after the JoJo. It was a desperate, scared animal, surrounded by death on all sides. A frightened lone survivor, this poor last wendigo... It stopped there, in the snow, and let out a low and mournful wail. Not a howling laugh, not a cackle, but a cry like pure sorrow. If anyone were to appraoch it, they would see the reason that the party went hunting in the first place: This last wendigo was pregnant with a litter of infant wendigoes. Creatures driven by animal instinct, only attempting to protect their most precious resource: their children.
Sir Frederick Selous and George Melons - Athas
Sir Frederick grinned from ear to ear. Athas... This was a place he had heard of before. A land of monstrous beasts and gigantic animals, ripe for the hunting. "Good man, I'm always game for a hunt!" he smiled, loading another bullet into the chamber of his elephant gun. "Tally ho!"
George Melons was much less excited. This place was hot and arid, not ideal for a person of his habits. If it weren't for Shazay's promise of 'hooking him up', he would be out of here in a split second. But then again, this land reminded him a great deal of his failed 'Mars Station' venture, perhaps one of his favourite side projects. It was quite depressing that it had failed really. Maybe, just maybe... He could start a new one here. "A'ight. I'm in."