Wendy sniffed, unsure. Something foreign bubbled up in his stomach, a feeling he had no name for. It twisted at his insides, making him feel bad about himself.
He didn't care for it.
"I cannot promise what you ask of me," the Wendigo intoned, clenching his fists. "I cannot. I cannot let them disrespect me or call me names. I shall not allow that they... My pride..." He did not finish his sentence. Pride was not all he had left, maybe, but it sure felt that way.