"Do you have a death wish," asked Lithe, "Why would you slit your wrist like that?"
"Let's just say I have a few tricks of my own up my sleeve. As a Swan King my blood has healing and regenerative properties."
Zavier stooped down beside him and Lithe shifted his hand from the open wound.
Allowing Zavier room to pour his blood into the wound.
Lithe watched with fascination as Carrot Top's blood slowed and the wound in the jugular slowly began to repair itself.
This was a repeated injury that they had seen on multiple victims.
Did the wendigo's train themselves to expertly go after the throat?
"Why are you trusting me with this information," said Lithe incredulously.
"I have a good feeling about you. You don't seem like the type to gossip or tell others about my secret."
"I can understand why you keep it a secret, no doubt you would be hunted and drained to the last drop for that blood of yours."
