Alastor x wendigo reader

Chapter one

It was a normal day, it was bright and sunny and a wonderful day to be outside. Little did people know that there already was something outside, something that made people shiver at its name being spoken.
A wendigo, you heard me alright, a fucking wendigo was in your neighborhood. Somehow this thing made its way into Illinois. Its place of inhabitance was the forest in your back yard, your fuckin back yard. Not a forest in Canada where it should be, it was in your backyard.

You were about 13 when this turn of events happened. Sitting on your porch with a glass of chocolate milk, (cause why not?)just relaxing when you heard a twig snap. You immediately snapped your head up just in time to see a 9ft tall deer-looking thing standing on its hind legs, it was wearing a buck's skull clad with native American symbols.
It just stood there, staring at you. You finally gathered your courage and cleared your throat, getting its attention.
You always loved horror and all the creatures that came out of it. You also love learning about Native American folklore and legends, so seeing one of your favorite folklores right in front of you was exciting and terrifying at the same time. "Well hello big guy, or girl?" you asked as you were hiding your fear behind a smile. The wendigo tilted its head, probably wondering why I'm speaking to it like it's a human.
After a couple of moments, I got an answer. I looked at it skeptically as it grabbed a stick and proceeded to drag the stick across the mud. As it finished I looked over the railing and saw that the wendigo wrote 'male' into the mud in sloppy handwriting. "Oh, well I guess I have my answer, " I noted, " so what are you doing in my neighborhood? Aren't you suppose to be in Canada?" as I finished the wendigo looked upon me with a sad look, looking as if he was remembering something.
You both continued to chat, with you speaking and him writing in the mud. He told you about how he was separated from his family and forced to travel here. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears when he finished his story.
As soon as you saw this you got up and walked do to his level and hugged him, ignoring the fact that he can murder you in one fell swoop. Strangely, he hugged back and you could tell that this guy went through some shit to be acting like this. You felt him tremble as he cried into your shoulder. You began to rub his back as you heard a raspy voice out of nowhere say, "Thank you" your eyes widened 'He can speak?!?' you thought. "You sound like you need some water," you said as you started to let him go, " want me to get ya some?" you asked and you saw him nod. "I'll be right back then."

As you return you see that the wendigo was now on your porch waiting patiently for your arrival, " Here you go bud." you announce as you walk outside, "Thank you" he said again in a raspy tone. You watched as he gulped down the water" Woah there, don't drink it that fast!" you declared as he mumbled a sorry. As he finished he began to speak, " Why did you help me? Most people run as soon as they see me" he said as his voice was a bit better than before, 
" You are actually one lucky wendigo, I love Native American folklore and legends, and I've seen much worse." I replied. He just nodded as he sat down on the wooden deck. "Do you have somewhere to stay? I don't like the fact that my new friend might be sleeping in the mud." you announce concerned for your new friend. "no" he replied sadly as he gazed upon the dark brown wood." how about you stay in my shed? My parents never go in there and it's warm." you explain as he looks up" I'd like that" he mumbled in a hushed tone.
To be continued