The Wendigo

There is snow blanketing the ground as you walk about outside. You are in a more foresty area. It is chilly, and you are walking to clear your head. You wear your green turtleneck sweater, tan pants with a belt, and an unbuttoned blue overcoat. Your lovely orange hair is up in a ponytail, your freckles standing out a bit against your pale-peach skin. You stop in your path, as you see a tall creature, fuzzy and tailed, a few meters ahead. You can only see a vague silhouette of it, though.