Hello my wonderfully curious listeners, supporters and friends! 💜

Snow doesn’t just fall in Larch Hollow—it clings. It buries sound. It muffles truth. And if you listen too long, you’ll hear it breathing back.

Once, this town thrived. A logging camp in the north, filled with the songs of saws and sermons. But hunger is a patient predator. It sank its teeth into every home, every church pew, every prayer whispered into the wind.

And when the famine came, one priest starved himself for salvation.
But hunger does not bargain.
Hunger consumes.
And what it leaves behind is something that should never have walked on two legs again.

Detectives Malary Left and Dogdin Right arrive too late for salvation. What they find is a chapel smeared with claw marks, a mill that breathes with stolen lungs, and a creature older than snow itself—a Wendigo, but not as legend tells it. This one does not just feed on flesh. It feeds on memory. On regret. On the grief you try to bury, but never really do.

This is not just a hunt. This is a descent into hollow hunger.

So ask yourself… what would it whisper, if it called you by your name?

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Description:
The Bonehowler is tall, skeletal, antlered, its ribcage gnawed open from within. Where its heart should be is a knot of gnashing teeth, beating like a clock. Its body is frozen but alive, dripping snow instead of blood, its face always shifting into the visages of loved ones.

Behaviour:
It hunts grief, regret, and starvation. It speaks in the voices of the dead. It can wear the shape of guilt itself. The more you doubt yourself, the more it grows stronger. Survivors often die not from its claws, but from surrendering to its whispers.

Theme Symbolism:
The Bonehowler represents emptiness—not hunger of the stomach, but of the spirit. It is grief made flesh, faith hollowed into frost. It asks the question: what happens when you starve your soul until even silence has teeth?

Much love, Legends! 💜💜💜💜
Thank you for keeping the fires burning in these frozen tales—your support keeps the darkness at bay, and ensures there will always be another story waiting in the snow…

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