Hunting wendigo in Canada eh?

The trip up across the Canadian border took only a couple of hours for the four wendigo women in the black bird, the stealthy supersonic jet flew overhead without anyone noticing. With Emma in the back seat with her eyes closed and her hands at her head, the woman concentrated while Psylocke piloted the vessel.

“Any idea where the little bugger is?” She called out over her shoulder. Where Storm and Rogue kept an eye on the wendigo woman as she tilted her head back and forth, squinting.

“Its hard to get a beat on the beast… There’s very little mind to read, let alone search.”

Seeing the forests up ahead on the Manitoba border, Psylocke found a clearing at the heart of it and landed the Black Bird there, turning off the engines and setting up a stealth field to make the vessel undetectable as she set the exit ramp down for them all to exit the raft.

“Whatcha thinkin Sugah?”

Joining Psylocke outside in the snow, Emma, Ororo and Anne Marie watched her as she raised her chin and sniffed the air.

“Honestly? Sniffing the air?” Emma smirked, shaking her head as she slowly followed her friend sniffing the ground, her tail flicking back and forth. “What’s next? Are you going to go on all fours and… There you go.”

Seeing the warrior fall to her hands and feet and start sniffing the snow like a hunter’s hound, Betsy took a few steps forward, before looking up over her shoulder back to the others with a grin.

“I think I found him!” ‘Sniff, Sniff’ “Over HERE where the winter air gets colder.”

Running off ahead, the others were **** to chase the wendigo woman down as they ran deeper into the forests. A few minutes of running and catching something in the air, Emma and the others noticed a scent in their air.

“Hey… I smell him!” Gasped Rogue. “Smells like chicken bones and week-old hot sauce.”

“Yes… I smell it too…” Growled Storm, taking to the air in an updraft of cold air and flying overhead, acting as eyes in the sky as she followed the others.

Minutes of running, the four heard a howl in the distance, with Emma recognising that call instantly and picking up her pace, nearly outrunning Betsy as they darted past one tree after another and leapt across overgrowths to their destination. Emma’s eyes practically glowed red with rage as she could finally sense the dim-witted monster that bit her all those days ago.

“I’ve got you NOW you fucking alley cat! When I get my hands on you, I am going to break all the teeth responsible for turning me and make a damn necklace out of them!”

“Damn right Sugah!” Smirked Rogue. “Save me a couple for some earrings!”

“The same for me sister!” Called out Storm overhead.

*

Wheeling himself into the living room with a smile, Charles Xavier stopped at the door frame as he folded his hands in his lap and called out for anyone to hear.

“Good news everyone, I just got back from talking to Dr. Strange and he SHOULD be here by the end of… Today.”

Looking into the living room, he had been expecting the four afflicted wendigo women sitting in front of the television on the couch like he sensed earlier. Instead, he found it empty, the coffee table destroyed and the only one there was Nightcrawler finishing off a bucket of fried chicken left abandoned in the debris.

“Where is everyone?”

Nightcrawler shrugged, digging into the bucket and pleased to find another chicken wing to nibble on.

Turning around in his chair to face away from the living room, Charles used his telepathic powers to sense where Emma was in the mansion, surprised to not find her on the premises. Looking over to the television, he spotted the news cast regarding the monster sighting in Canada and frowned.

“Oh, for the love of…”

Making his way down the hall to the elevator and heading down to the sub levels of the mansion, the professor made his way over to the hanger where the black bird was housed and sighed in annoyance to find the state-of-the-art flying vessel missing… And Beast doing a jig in the middle of the hanger deck. Wheeling himself up to the dancing Beast, Charles folded his hands in his lap and gave the man a stern look.

“Enjoying yourself there, Hank?”

“Please stop me…” Dr. McCoy begged as he kept up his dancing, sweat slicked his fur as he looked back at the professor. “I’ve been dancing for an hour.”

With a single gesture from the wheelchair bound man, Beast slumped his arms to his sides and collapsed onto his back, groaning from pins and needles from being unable to stop moving for so long.

“Oh GOD, I can’t move my legs…” Whimpered Hank, just as Xavier wheeled himself to circle the prone man.

“Yes… I’m sure it’s a harrowing experience.” Charles deadpanned as he continued to circle Beast. “I am to assume Miss Frost has taken the black bird?”

“I tried to stop them but…”

“BUT, like always, Emma made a spectacle of you. I should have had Scott be the one to keep an eye on her. Yes, that bear of a woman has been putting him through his paces but at least he’d have been dragged along with her to appraise me.”

“Last I checked he’s still in his shared room, likely with another pelvis injury.”

“Her appetites have been troublesome…” Murmured the professor. Turning on the spot, he made his way to exit the hanger, leaving the door open behind him. “When the numbing sensation in your legs from doing your own personal Broadway show finally wear off, please see to it that Scott is treated for his injuries. I need him in tip top shape for when Emma returns.”

“Yes professor…”