The most common depictions of the creature I find are… looming, menacing, conveying a sense of savage threat. But the thing that interests me about the wendigo myth is that the wendigo is so profoundly human. That’s what’s terrifying about it - we never see a wendigo story that doesn’t focus on the degradation of a human into that state. The wendigo is horrifying because it used to be human, because some part of it still is. I mean, that’s inherent to the definition, right? If a wendigo isn’t in some part human… then how is it committing cannibalism?
I wanted to see the wendigo from another angle, not from it’s prey’s perspective. I wanted to see a wendigo doing something other than killing - some sign of the human still struggling to restrain an unholy appetite. Thus, the helpless, wary eyes, ready to pounce but perhaps more afraid and lost than ravenous. Thus, the earring, the sole remaining vestige of a human life, perhaps only hanging on because she’s forgotten it’s there.
Also, the part where the wendigo is associated with winter, the pain and privation of the cold, that’s usually left out of depictions. So that’s why there’s so much blue and white here, the sense of cold. Perhaps she’s doing ice magic. And… wendigo are rarely female - there’s a great one in Grim Dawn, tho - so there’s that too.