Okay, so she didn’t die. At least not yet.
With no explanation, Whitetail is now being worshipped as a goddess by her very own cult—the White Lights.
Living off the land in Mark Twain National Forest, Whitetail and her followers espouse a radical environmentalist philosophy calling for the depopulation of the human race.
While we never see Jamie as Whitetail in the previous film, we never see Whitetail as Jamie in this one—she is the eternal Deer Goddess.
But on the night when Whitetail is planning to transform her followers into fellow weredeer, she is betrayed. Her most favored acolyte rats her out to the FBI, who show up in force.
Retreating to their woodland temple with the Feds closing in, Whitetail decides that the only hope for this world is her martyrdom. She sets the temple on fire, killing herself and her followers.
As the smoke rises into the sky, we fade to a small girl watching a news report of the incident on her television. The camera pushes slowly in on her twinkling eyes.
The end. Tail’s end. Wendy Bellamy’s end.
We’re going to miss you, girl.
You were my goddess, for sure.