In the depth of the cave was a throne of bones.
It wasn't actually a throne. Only a mountain of bones piling so high with a large Wendigo laying on top of it.
It sensed the killing in the shallow parts of the cave. But it didn't stop Carter.
The Wendigos were getting a little bit crowded these days and it couldn't kill its own people.
That would be wrong and that would gather too much hate from its own kinds.
So it feigned ignorance, allowing the Werewolf to kill the Wendigos.
The Champion Wendigo didn't consider Carter to be much of a threat. After all, anything that wasn't a Champion was less than ant in its eyes.
There were four other humans accompanied that Werewolf as well. Very weak. Fragile. Humans.
There was one that was different than the rest. She was special and had high concentration of power. But it still didn't matter.
The Wendigo could kill her easily.
The women left. And only that unique man had approached the cave.
