Not by chance
No one was more surprised than Lithe when Teacup shot out of his blonde hair like a lightning bolt and clung to tightly to the wendigo's face temporarily blinding the carnivorous giant.
Teacup had been hiding out of a fear that Lithe almost forgot that he was still in his hair.
Lithe felt energized that Teacup had acted in a leap of faith to distract the wendigo and give Lithe a few seconds head start he could not let the little monkey's effort go to waste.
He ignored the pain soaring through his body as he increased his momentum hoping to gain some stealth in his footwork.
The wendigo would not go down so easy it had remained undetected for years and was no ordinary deranged serial killer.
Until his hybrid son was born he had remained meticulous, gone unnoticed by the general public and been in control of his territory for untold years.