"A wendigo? What's that?" Harker asked.
"It's a Native American monster that's formed through cannibalism." Professor Seward explained, looking at her surroundings quizzically. "What it looks like is debatable, and whether it truly is a monster is also debatable. Some say it was simply an allegory for the greed and the hunger for power of men. Some say it's a cautionary tale to avoid natives from resorting to cannibalism, since hunger and isolation is common in the cold harsh winter of the mountains."
"I'm more inclined to the latter part." She frowned. "But something's off 'round here that got the natives acting so paranoid."
Harker meanwhile believed that it truly was a monster. The professor was still calmly scanning the area, while the guards looked to decide what to do in this situation. So Harker grabbed her hand and started running.
"Where the hell are we going, Jones?" Professor Seward was surprised by the sudden hand-holding.
