The wind was fierce and biting cold. Snow blew heavy across the sky, Winding Taken-From-Fire as he made his way over the hills. He was cold and tired, his wounds still bleeding, refusing to close. The Stone Giant’s fists had the poison power of the Wyrm, and its blows had crushed Taken-From-Fire’s ribs; they would not heal quickly.
“I must find shelter soon,” he thought, “or I will die here.”
It seemed that as soon as he thought it, he saw a light ahead, like a fire seen from afar. He stumbled on and came to a lodge, a mighty building of rough-hewn wood. Inside, he could see four people sitting on benches around a fire. One of them, a beautiful maiden, looked at him.
“Come inside, noble Garou,” she spoke as she stood, beckoning him. “You are among friends.”
Taken-From-Fire entered the lodge and was immediately warmed. The winds did not penetrate the walls and seemed not to pass the open door. He walked near to the fire and sat at an empty spot on the bench, next to the maiden.
“Thank you,” he said. “I am grateful.”
You who sit in the east, you who sit in the north, you who sit in the west, and you who sit at the end of the road, I greet you all. It is good.
— Ceremony of Those Who Have Received Blessings from the Night Spirits (Winnebago)
He could now see that the other three people were elders, each of them strong with orenda, with Power, for strength and vigor was in their limbs and faces. To the east was an old, tall woman with an ugly face yet wise eyes. She reached into a bag and offered Taken-From-Fire dried meat, which the Garou accepted hungrily.
To the north was a large and broad old man, fat but with a kind face. To the west was a thin but muscled young man, with a well-formed face and eyes that seemed to contain lightning.
“Welcome, Taken-from-Fhe,” the big one said. “Welcome to our lodge. Will you stay for a while and hear our stories?”
“Yes, I shall,” Taken-From-Fire said. “But how did you know my name?”
The wiry one to the west smiled. “You are a renowned wolf-changer, of the Wendigo-People, as are we. We honor you here.”
“And now you must eat,” said the maiden to the south. “And while you do so, we will tell our stories. We will sing of the Wendigo-People and their deeds in the world….”

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