The next day, Harker insisted on hunting alone. That was the last time he would be shooting animals and eating them raw for his diet. The day before that was the moment of truth.
Would this plan work? He could only dive into it blindly.
In case things went wrong, he entrusted Blank to use his flaming arrows to get Joan out of the cave. The original plan was to have him as the bait, but….
"I'll do it. He should be the one on defense anyway. He'll do it better than me who can just wave torches in front of the wendigos' faces."
Harker tried to argue, but she was having none of it.
"I want to be the one to see how you will attack this wendigo. If you die, I will burn you and the wendigo myself so the others can't eat you. You'd prefer that, right? A cremation rather than being a buffet?"
