Beast on a Leash
Joan stepped out from the boulder, but as soon as she did—
"Don't come any closer!" Harker exclaimed, covering his nose and mouth.
He wasn't wearing anything besides the dark blood of the wendigo he just ate. The flesh on his back was also bear, and it would take a while for the skin to be recovered. His eyes were shot red and he was breathing heavily.
Joan frowned. "You're bleeding."
"I'm…. fine..." Harker slumped to the ground, curling up like a shrimp. "Tell Blank to bring it to me….."
"Bring you what?" She asked.
"He will know….. Just tell him to bring it….."
She was hesitant, but still left as quickly as she could to call out Blank outside the cave. Still, Harker wished she would run away from him faster, as further as possible.
Saliva dribbled down his chin, mixing with the dark blood.
And yet he had the urge to lap it up from the dirty cave floor, to not let a single drop go to waste. More than that….