As a skeletal bird whizzed overtop Cain and dropped something towards him, the wendigo reflexively tilted back a bit and plucked the object that came at him out of the air. Having seen Alcaeus receive something as well, he turned and reciprocated the look that he himself had been given. Cain unfolded the letter and began reading, his frown deepening momentarily before he felt a shiver of excitement run up his spine from the realization of what he was being invited to. It had been well over a month since he'd been able to hunt, and as with every hunt, he could only ever take one or two people without fear of being seen. As much as Cain hated to admit it, two people just weren't enough to scratch that itch that nagged at the back of his mind. The letter in his hand wasn't just and invitation to hunt, it was an invitation to finally run rampant. It meant that he could chase, dismember, and kill any and everything that he could get in his grasp. Cain did not realize it, but he had started to breath heavily, a twisted and rather cruel looking grin had returned to his face, curving so far up that it started to turn inwards slightly, and his once weary looking eyes now radiated malice and bloodlust in spades. "[b]This sounds like it's going [color=9e0b0f]to be fun[/color].[/b]" Cain said as he gripped the paper a bit tighter. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Cain knew that this was horribly wrong, and that what he was about to do was terrible. That part of him wanted to stop this, to return to his room and book the flight back home in the morning and to go to sleep. That part of him however, had no say in the matter. The wendigo would have his fun, and all that remained of Cain's humanity could do was try to turn a blind eye and hope that the people he caught did not suffer long.