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Speaker 1: Hello everyone, and welcome back to the show. Today's episode
Speaker 1: is a little bittersweet, but it's also an exciting milestone.
Speaker 1: As many of you know, I've been narrating chapters from
Speaker 1: my new book, Born Wild, Coda's Odyssey here on the podcast.
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Speaker 1: will be the final chapter I share on the podcast.
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Speaker 1: the adventure in its entirety, uninterrupted and fully immersive. That said,
Speaker 1: I couldn't leave you hanging without sharing this pivotal moment
Speaker 1: in the story. In this final chapter I'll narrate for you.
Speaker 1: We rejoin the Klan in the aftermath of two devastating events.
Speaker 1: Idanoah has been captured and Varro has been killed by
Speaker 1: the humans. The clans now face a critical decision. Should
Speaker 1: they stay in the place they've known and loved despite
Speaker 1: the dangers, or should they risk everything to set out
Speaker 1: in search of somewhere safer. It's a turning point for
Speaker 1: the characters and for us here on the podcast, So
Speaker 1: let's dive in and see what they decide. The arrival
Speaker 1: of spring swept through the forest, bringing with it the
Speaker 1: familiar sense of fresh pine and blooming wildflowers. Sunlight filtered
Speaker 1: through the budding leaves, and the streams surged with melted snow,
Speaker 1: filling the air with a soft, constant hum. Coda, now seven,
Speaker 1: darted between the trees, his energy boundless as he explored,
Speaker 1: picking up stones and marveling at the fresh blossoms that
Speaker 1: painted the forest floor. Omaki watched him with a mixture
Speaker 1: of pride and sadness, knowing that this forest, this mountain
Speaker 1: they had called home through the winter, would soon be
Speaker 1: left behind. Her heart weighed heavy with memories of Adinoa
Speaker 1: and Varro, whose sacrifices had enabled them to survive. But
Speaker 1: she was resolute to give Coda and the young ones
Speaker 1: a chance at a safer life. They had to go east,
Speaker 1: away from the reach of human eyes. She felt someone
Speaker 1: behind her, and she turned to see Koboda, his gaze
Speaker 1: filled with understanding. The mountains have sheltered us, he said,
Speaker 1: as if reading her thoughts. But it's time we sought
Speaker 1: a place humans do not know, a place where Coda
Speaker 1: and the others can grow without fear Omachi nodded the
Speaker 1: strength in his words, steadying her. I've thought of nothing else,
Speaker 1: She replied. Our family deserves peace, and perhaps we'll find
Speaker 1: it there. As Coda ran up to them, proudly showing
Speaker 1: a stone he'd found, Omaki's heart softened. She knelt beside him.
Speaker 1: We're going on a journey soon, Coda, she said, gently,
Speaker 1: farther than you've ever gone before. Coda's eyes widened with excitement.
Speaker 1: Will there be more forests, new animals, Omaki smiled, placing
Speaker 1: a hand over his Yes, little one, we'll find new
Speaker 1: places and make them our own. Two days later, the
Speaker 1: leaders of the five clans gathered in a quiet, secluded
Speaker 1: grove near stone Ridge Territory. Omaki of the Hoe clan
Speaker 1: arrived with Koboda, Asha, Coda, Rayla, and Mikah by her side,
Speaker 1: while the others, led by Jarek of Stone Ridge, Marla
Speaker 1: of Red Valley, Tyrek of River Bend, and Laura of Mistwood,
Speaker 1: took their places in the circle. Each leader's expression was
Speaker 1: marked by a somber determination. The weight of recent losses
Speaker 1: lingered like a shadow over them all. The silence that
Speaker 1: begins the meeting is somber, and each leader seems reluctant
Speaker 1: to speak, first, feeling the weight of responsibility to their clans. Finally,
Speaker 1: Tyrek steps forward. We cannot ignore the truth, he begins,
Speaker 1: his voice steady but filled with tension. The humans have
Speaker 1: seen us hunted, us Ata, Noah is gone, and Vara.
Speaker 1: He pauses, visibly struggling with his emotions, before continuing. The
Speaker 1: humans are dangerous and they're relentless. If they could track
Speaker 1: us here, what's to stop them from returning? Omaki nods slowly,
Speaker 1: her gaze shifting to meet Tyres. It's true, Tyrek, We've
Speaker 1: lost so much, and every moment we remain risks more loss.
Speaker 1: Her voice grows softer. But there is more to this
Speaker 1: than just survival. This is our home, the lands our
Speaker 1: ancestors protected, where our young ones learn to thrive. She
Speaker 1: looks over to Coda standing beside her, his young face
Speaker 1: filled with worry and determination. Leaving means abandoning that. Jorrok,
Speaker 1: who had been listening in silence, speaks up, his voice
Speaker 1: deep in commanding, Omaki, I hear you, but as much
Speaker 1: as I wish it weren't true. Tyrek is right. We've
Speaker 1: been here for generations, and humans have always known of us,
Speaker 1: since us, even if they hadn't yet seen us. But
Speaker 1: now this is different. They've taken one of our own.
Speaker 1: The clan members shift, nodding to show their agreement. They
Speaker 1: remember the day Adinoah was taken, his strength drained by
Speaker 1: human weaponry, his capture witnessed with horror. His absence has
Speaker 1: left a void that none can ignore. From the edges
Speaker 1: of the gathering, a voice rises. It's Raylah, a younger
Speaker 1: member of the Hoe clan, her voice edged with anger.
Speaker 1: And what's to say that it would be any different
Speaker 1: anywhere else? She asks, her tone bold. We move east
Speaker 1: or north, maybe even deeper into the mountains, But what
Speaker 1: happens when the humans come there too? Will we keep running?
Speaker 1: Rayla's words hang heavy in the air, and a tone
Speaker 1: of agreement echoes from some of the younger clan members.
Speaker 1: They are weary of hiding, weary of abandoning places that
Speaker 1: feel like home. Omaki turns to her, her expression a
Speaker 1: mix of sadness and understanding. You're right, Rayla, there's no
Speaker 1: promise that moving will give us peace. The humans are
Speaker 1: expanding their reach, searching in places they never dared to go.
Speaker 1: But if staying means more lives lost, is it not
Speaker 1: worth considering? If moving could spare us, even for a time,
Speaker 1: is that not a chance we should take. Rayla frowns,
Speaker 1: her fists clenched at her sides. But our strength lies
Speaker 1: in knowing this land. The caves, the rivers, the trees,
Speaker 1: they're all a part of us. Us we leave and
Speaker 1: we become strangers, always on the edge of survival. Marla,
Speaker 1: the Red Valley leader, raises a hand to silence the others,
Speaker 1: her voice calm yet filled with the wisdom of experience.
Speaker 1: Rayla makes a fair point. She says, our ancestors chose
Speaker 1: these lands because they offered protection. We are hidden here,
Speaker 1: and if we move to new lands, we may be vulnerable,
Speaker 1: unfamiliar with what dangers lie there. Moving could place us
Speaker 1: at greater risk. Tyrek shakes his head, his expression pained,
Speaker 1: greater risk than what Marla. We've already seen what they
Speaker 1: can do. If the humans know our ways, there's no
Speaker 1: telling how long before they track us here again. Each
Speaker 1: member of the clans, remembering the human machines, the drones,
Speaker 1: the firearms, and even stranger devices that emit sounds and
Speaker 1: lights designed to disorient them. Those who were near during
Speaker 1: the attacks had witnessed first hand the human's cruelty and
Speaker 1: fierce simmers in their eyes as they recall that day.
Speaker 1: Laura steps forward, her presence, calming the crowd. There is
Speaker 1: truth on both sides. Leaving feels like a defeat, but
Speaker 1: staying could mean another tragedy. I believe we owe it
Speaker 1: to ourselves to weigh both choices. If we stay, we
Speaker 1: risk another encounter with the humans, but we retain the
Speaker 1: advantage of knowing the land. If we leave, it must
Speaker 1: be to a place so remote that even the humans
Speaker 1: cannot reach us. The conversation grows more intense, with each
Speaker 1: clan leader contributing their perspective. Jorrok, who had initially sided
Speaker 1: with staying, begins to see the sense in Tyrek's argument. Laura,
Speaker 1: he says, nodding respectfully, I hear your wisdom. A new
Speaker 1: territory could offer safety. But where could we find such
Speaker 1: a place. We would be abandoning our defenses, our familiarity
Speaker 1: for an unknown land. He hesitates, clearly torn, But perhaps
Speaker 1: their strength in numbers. If all our clans went together
Speaker 1: we might be able to survive in a place no
Speaker 1: human would dare to go. Omaki watches the leaders, her
Speaker 1: heart heavy with the realization that the decision might mean
Speaker 1: dividing the clans. She looks to Coda, Koboda, Asha and
Speaker 1: the younger ones watching in silence. Their future is uncertain.
Speaker 1: A fierce resolve fills her, and she addresses the clans.
Speaker 1: We cannot let fear drive us, she begins, but we
Speaker 1: must also acknowledge that we're no longer hidden here. We've
Speaker 1: lost Adaoah, Varro and others to this struggle. If moving
Speaker 1: east deeper into unknown territories could give us even a
Speaker 1: few seasons of peace, I believe it's worth trying. Her
Speaker 1: eyes meet each leaders. I would rather see our young
Speaker 1: ones grow up free than live in the constant shadow
Speaker 1: of fear. The silence that follows is thoughtful, the clans
Speaker 1: absorbing Omaki's words, some in agreement and others remain uncertain,
Speaker 1: but the tension slowly shifts into a sense of resolution.
Speaker 1: Marla speaks again, her tone more conciliatory. Perhaps perhaps those
Speaker 1: of us who wish to stay can hold this land,
Speaker 1: guarding it in the event we ever need to return.
Speaker 1: The others could seek a safer home to the east,
Speaker 1: one far removed from human paths. Laura nods in agreement.
Speaker 1: This way we remain unified, even if we are not
Speaker 1: physically together. Those who go may find a new land
Speaker 1: for us all, and those who stay may protect the
Speaker 1: memory of those we've lost. Omaki feels a surge of
Speaker 1: gratitude for Marla and Laura's willingness to consider both paths.
Speaker 1: This compromise could mean that her clan, the Hoe, might
Speaker 1: venture east in search of a safer land, while the
Speaker 1: others maintain their presence in the mountains, ensuring that the
Speaker 1: legacy of their territory is not entirely lost. Tyrek adds
Speaker 1: his voice, nodding to Omaki. Then it's decided. We'll part
Speaker 1: ways for now, some to remain and some to seek
Speaker 1: a new home. But our bond as clans will not
Speaker 1: be broken. We will stay in contact and come to
Speaker 1: one another's aid if ever needed. Joor Rok steps forward.
Speaker 1: We will protect this place, Omachi, and if your clan
Speaker 1: finds a new haven, you will always have our support.
Speaker 1: The meeting concluded, and the clans gathered to bid farewell
Speaker 1: to those who would be leaving the whole clan, joined
Speaker 1: by Tyres, Riverbend and Laura's Mistwood, prepared themselves for the journey,
Speaker 1: their hearts heavy yet filled with a quiet resolve. Omaki
Speaker 1: embraced Jarrek, her voice thick with emotion. Thank you for
Speaker 1: standing by us. I wish you strength and peace and
Speaker 1: the high places you will call home. He nodded, his
Speaker 1: gaze filled with respect, And to you, Omaki, may you
Speaker 1: find the peace you seek in the east, and know
Speaker 1: that you have friends here always. Marla stepped forward, taking
Speaker 1: Omachi's hands. You carry the hopes of all of us
Speaker 1: with you. May your journey be safe, and may we
Speaker 1: meet again one day. Tyrek, standing with Laura, took a
Speaker 1: deep breath, his voice firm. We will travel with you, Omaki.
Speaker 1: Together we will find new places, a home beyond the
Speaker 1: reach of the humans, and stay tuned for more sasquatch
Speaker 1: otta see. We'll be right back after these messages. With
Speaker 1: one last look at the mountains that had sheltered them
Speaker 1: for so long, Omaki gathered her clan, a mixture of
Speaker 1: hope and sorrow filling her heart. They had shared so
Speaker 1: much with these clans, and though their paths diverged, she
Speaker 1: knew their bond would remain strong. As the sun set,
Speaker 1: casting a golden light over the forest, the whole clan,
Speaker 1: River Bend and Mistwood began their journey eastward, each step
Speaker 1: taking them farther from the familiar and closer to an
Speaker 1: unknown future. The memories of those they had lost guided them,
Speaker 1: a constant presence that reminded them of the strength that
Speaker 1: lay within. The clans moved quietly in the the Olympic Peninsula,
Speaker 1: shrouded in the familiar hush of morning fog. Trees towered
Speaker 1: over them, their branches stretching skyward like sentries watching over
Speaker 1: their departure. Omaki, standing with Coda by her side, took
Speaker 1: one last solemn look at the landscape that had been
Speaker 1: their home for generations. The young ones, like Coda, wore
Speaker 1: expressions mixed with excitement and worry. For them, the forest
Speaker 1: was as familiar as the faces of their family. Leaving
Speaker 1: it felt like losing a part of themselves. Omaki, who
Speaker 1: carried the weight of their ancestors legacy, turned to her people,
Speaker 1: her face resolute. We go forward to find a new place,
Speaker 1: a place beyond the reach of humans. But no matter
Speaker 1: where we go, the spirit of these forests will be
Speaker 1: with us. With these words, the clans moved eastward, leaving
Speaker 1: behind the coastal pines, cold beaches, and memories of those
Speaker 1: they had lost. Kaboda and Tyrek led the way, with
Speaker 1: Laura and her Mistwood clan walking close behind. The terrain
Speaker 1: was dense, the trees growing thicker as they climbed toward
Speaker 1: the Cascade range. Each step away from the coast felt
Speaker 1: like leaving behind pieces of themselves, but necessity drove them onward.
Speaker 1: By the time they reached the foothills of the Cascades,
Speaker 1: exhaustion was beginning to weigh on the clans. The rugged
Speaker 1: terrain forced them to move slowly, climbing through steep inclines
Speaker 1: and navigating narrow paths surrounded by thorny underbrush. With every movement,
Speaker 1: they took care to avoid leaving tracks, erasing footprints in
Speaker 1: soft mud, and brushing away bent foliage. Staying hidden required
Speaker 1: constant vigilance, especially in the presence of human trails and
Speaker 1: logging roads that cut through the woods. Like vanes, Omaki's
Speaker 1: sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, noting every movement. A rustle
Speaker 1: to her left turned out to be a family of deer,
Speaker 1: but she kept her guard up. The cascades were alive
Speaker 1: with creatures more dangerous than deer.
Speaker 2: Wolves.
Speaker 1: Mountain lions and bears were known to patrol the area,
Speaker 1: and even the scent of a Sasquatch clan could provoke
Speaker 1: these predators. One night, as they set up a temporary
Speaker 1: camp near a freshwater stream, Kaboda heard distant howls echoing
Speaker 1: through the trees.
Speaker 2: Wolves.
Speaker 1: He motioned to Tyrek and Omaki, signaling the need for silence.
Speaker 1: The wolves howls grew closer, but the clans remained hidden,
Speaker 1: camouflaged in the thick underbrush. Hours passed before the wolves
Speaker 1: moved on their calls, fading into the distance. Omaki listened
Speaker 1: to the stillness, return, grateful they hadn't been discovered. The
Speaker 1: clans faced hunger too. The mountain vegetation was unfamiliar and
Speaker 1: edible plants were scarce. They relied on Koboda's knowledge to
Speaker 1: find roots and berries, but their reserves grew thin and
Speaker 1: the clan's strength waned. Moving quietly through the mountains required energy,
Speaker 1: and with food hard to come by, tempers began to fray.
Speaker 1: The elders took less food to save rations for the
Speaker 1: young Maki noticed the toll it was taking on everyone.
Speaker 1: They traveled mostly by night, a tactic that kept them
Speaker 1: hidden but increased the risk of stumbling across human settlements
Speaker 1: or campers. As they skirted close to a small logging
Speaker 1: camp one night, the glow of firelight and the smell
Speaker 1: of cooked meat drifted through the trees, a cruel reminder
Speaker 1: of the comforts they had sacrificed. Coda tugged on Omaki's arm,
Speaker 1: his eyes wide with hunger, and she gently pulled him back,
Speaker 1: her heart heavy. Soon, Coda, she whispered, We'll find a
Speaker 1: place where we can rest and eat. After days of
Speaker 1: traversing the rugged cascades, the clans finally descended into the
Speaker 1: high plains, leaving behind the safety of forest cover. Here
Speaker 1: the landscape stretched into vast open fields and rolling hills,
Speaker 1: where trees grew sparsely and shelter was difficult to find.
Speaker 1: Staying hidden became a greater challenge. With no towering forests
Speaker 1: to conceal them, the clans were forced to travel under
Speaker 1: the cover of darkness and huddle in tall grasses during
Speaker 1: the day. The winds were strong, and though they masked sense,
Speaker 1: they also carried the risk of exposure. Jorok grumbled at
Speaker 1: the constant wind, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the horizon.
Speaker 1: We're as exposed as prey here, he said. If a
Speaker 1: human were to look, they'd see as clear as day.
Speaker 1: The lack of shelter made it difficult to rest, and
Speaker 1: the clans moved with a weariness that grew heavier each day.
Speaker 1: Food was even scarcer here, they relied on finding small game,
Speaker 1: such as rabbits or prairie dogs, which they hunted carefully,
Speaker 1: ensuring not to leave behind any blood or remnants that
Speaker 1: could attract predators or worse humans. One night, as they
Speaker 1: crossed a field, they heard the roar of an approaching vehicle,
Speaker 1: a truck, its headlights slicing through the darkness. Amaki motioned
Speaker 1: for silence, and the clans dropped to the ground, remaining
Speaker 1: still as the truck rumbled past. They stayed that way
Speaker 1: long after it disappeared, knowing that one wrong move in
Speaker 1: these open plains could cost them Dearly, after weeks of
Speaker 1: exposed travel, the clans reached the dense forests of the Midwest.
Speaker 1: Here the trees stood tall and close, offering a sanctuary
Speaker 1: of sorts, but with new challenges. The region was filled
Speaker 1: with human recreation areas, from camp sites to hiking trails,
Speaker 1: and the clans had to navigate cautiously. The smell of
Speaker 1: campfire smoke and the faint sounds of voices frequently reminded
Speaker 1: them of the humans who ventured into these woods. One evening,
Speaker 1: as the clans passed through a thickly wooded area, they
Speaker 1: encountered a small group of campers. The humans were laughing
Speaker 1: and unaware of the silent figures watching from the shadows,
Speaker 1: but a crackling sound a branch breaking underfoot alerted one
Speaker 1: of the humans, who froze and glanced around. Flashlight in hand.
Speaker 1: Did you hear that? The human whispered, scanning the darkness.
Speaker 1: Omaki held her breath, motioning for everyone to stay perfectly still.
Speaker 1: The humans shone their light through the trees, pausing near
Speaker 1: where Coda crouched behind a log barely concealed. After what
Speaker 1: felt like an eternity, the human shrugged and returned to
Speaker 1: their campfire, unaware of the eyes watching them. The clans
Speaker 1: moved swiftly, putting as much distance as possible between themselves
Speaker 1: and the camp site, but this incident served as a
Speaker 1: reminder that the wilderness, though familiar, was never completely safe
Speaker 1: from human presence. After months of travel, the clans reached
Speaker 1: the rugged terrain of the Appalachian Mountains. Although the thick
Speaker 1: forests and valleys provided more shelter, they encountered new dangers.
Speaker 1: The Appalachian trails were popular with hunters and hikers, and
Speaker 1: it was not uncommon to see drones or hear the
Speaker 1: distant crack of gunshots. They carefully avoided marked trails, moving
Speaker 1: through ravines and shadowed forests, relying on Caboda and Tyreck's
Speaker 1: knowledge of survival tactics to stay hidden. The mountains, however,
Speaker 1: were challenging. Steep inclinees and rocky ground made the journey
Speaker 1: physically taxing, and the clan members grew weaker with each
Speaker 1: passing day. One night, as they navigated a narrow cliff
Speaker 1: side path, a drone buzzed overhead, its bright light sweeping
Speaker 1: the area. Omaki ordered everyone to freeze. Crouching low among
Speaker 1: the rocks. The drone passed, but their fear lingered. They
Speaker 1: were close to their destination, but the danger had only intensified. Finally,
Speaker 1: they began to see changes in the landscape. The forest
Speaker 1: canopy thickened and the ground softened underfoot. As they neared
Speaker 1: North Carolina, the mist laden mountains, reminiscent of their homeland,
Speaker 1: gave them hope. The clans shared quiet conversations about rebuilding,
Speaker 1: of resting, of finding a place where they might live
Speaker 1: without constant fear. As they approached what would become their
Speaker 1: new sanctuary, a feeling of unity filled them. They had
Speaker 1: faced hunger, exhaustion, and the unrelenting presence of humans. They
Speaker 1: had traveled far, but they had endured together. Omaki looked
Speaker 1: around at her people, Tyrek, Caboda, Laura, and the young ones,
Speaker 1: including Coda. They had lost much, but had gained resilience,
Speaker 1: and as they stepped into their new land, they felt
Speaker 1: the weight of their journey lift, replaced by the hope
Speaker 1: of a fresh start, a place where they could live
Speaker 1: in peace and honor the memory of those who had
Speaker 1: sacrificed to protect them. As they began to explore the area,
Speaker 1: they found a series of caves carved into the hillsides,
Speaker 1: tucked behind dense thickets and surrounded by tall pines and
Speaker 1: ancient oaks. The caves were cool and deep, and large
Speaker 1: enough to provide shelter for all three clans. There were
Speaker 1: even smaller side caverns, perfect for storage or quiet spaces
Speaker 1: where clan members could retreat. For Omaki and the other leaders,
Speaker 1: this network of caves was a discovery that seemed almost
Speaker 1: too perfect, like an answer to the quiet prayers they
Speaker 1: had sent into the wind during their journey. The nearby
Speaker 1: forests offered more than just shelter. Rivers criss crossed through
Speaker 1: the valleys, clear and cold, their waters rich with fish,
Speaker 1: and the banks covered in edible plants. There were signs
Speaker 1: of deer, wild turkeys, and smaller game, the kind that
Speaker 1: could sustain the clans through the seasons if they hunted
Speaker 1: carefully and respectfully. The towering trees of this land were
Speaker 1: a familiar sight, and the mossy ground, dense undergrowth, and
Speaker 1: fragrant pine needles brought a feeling of comfort to the
Speaker 1: weary travelers. Omaki watched as the younger members of the
Speaker 1: clans Coda included marveled at the forest, their earlier exhaustion
Speaker 1: melting away. The elders seemed relieved as well, their shoulders
Speaker 1: relaxing as they touched the trees and breathed the fresh
Speaker 1: mountain air. It was as if they had found a
Speaker 1: new sanctuary. But as they explored, they soon realized that
Speaker 1: this land, while secluded, was not as isolated as they
Speaker 1: had hoped. While surveying the land's boundaries, Caboda and Tirec
Speaker 1: came upon an unexpected discovery, a narrow dirt road, rutted
Speaker 1: from years of wear, winding along the edge of their territory.
Speaker 1: They followed it cautiously until they spotted a few cabins
Speaker 1: nestled between the trees, smoke wafting from the chimneys, and
Speaker 1: lights flickering through the windows. These homes were distant enough
Speaker 1: that the humans hadn't noticed the clan's arrival, but close
Speaker 1: enough to raise concern. When Kaboda reported back, a wave
Speaker 1: of unease spread through the clans. They had traveled for
Speaker 1: months through dangerous terrain and near starvation, seeking a place
Speaker 1: free from the thread of human presence. The sight of
Speaker 1: those remote homes, so close to what they had hoped
Speaker 1: would be their sanctuary, felt like a broken promise. To some.
Speaker 1: It's no different than where we came from, one of
Speaker 1: the younger members of the River Bend clan exclaimed, frustration
Speaker 1: and exhaustion coloring his voice. We've spent our lives hiding
Speaker 1: from humans, and now, after all this, we're back where
Speaker 1: we started. Others spoke in agreement, their discontent simmering. Even Laura,
Speaker 1: leader of the Mistwood clan, expressed her concern. The memory
Speaker 1: of Adanoah's capture and Varro's death was still raw, and
Speaker 1: fear of another attack lingered in everyone's hearts. Perhaps we
Speaker 1: went the wrong way, said another clan member. Maybe we
Speaker 1: should have kept going, searched for somewhere truly wild. But Omachi, Caboda,
Speaker 1: and Asha remained calm. Omaki watched the growing tension among
Speaker 1: her people, then glanced at Kaboda and gave him a nod.
Speaker 1: It was time for them to remember why they had
Speaker 1: come here and what they were searching for. Koboda stepped forward,
Speaker 1: his gaze steady and thoughtful as he looked around at
Speaker 1: his family, his clan. His voice was deep and calm
Speaker 1: as he began to speak. Yes, there are humans nearby.
Speaker 1: I saw the cabins myself. But these people, they are
Speaker 1: not like those who hunt us in the forests or
Speaker 1: capture us with drones and weapons. He paused, letting his
Speaker 1: words sink in. These are humans who live quietly, far
Speaker 1: from the noise and chaos of the cities. They are
Speaker 1: not here to search for us. They are here because
Speaker 1: they too have chosen a life away from others. The
Speaker 1: clans listened, some crossing their arms in a gesture of discontent,
Speaker 1: others nodding as they processed his words. Kaboda continued, his
Speaker 1: voice carrying both strength and understanding. We have always lived
Speaker 1: alongside humans on the Olympic Peninsula. We shared the land,
Speaker 1: and we did so by staying hidden, by watching from afar.
Speaker 1: Not all humans are like the ones who came with
Speaker 1: weapons and machines. Many do not even know we exist.
Speaker 1: But can we trust them? Someone asked from the back
Speaker 1: of the gathering, How do we know they won't come
Speaker 1: looking for us once they see signs of our presence.
Speaker 1: Kaboda gave a slight nod, acknowledging the fear in their question.
Speaker 1: We don't know for sure, but we do know that
Speaker 1: humans come in many kinds, and I believe we owe
Speaker 1: it to ourselves. After all, we've said sacrificed to give
Speaker 1: this place a chance. Omaki could see that Koboda's words
Speaker 1: were calming the group, but not completely. The uncertainty was
Speaker 1: too fresh, and the scars of their recent losses ran
Speaker 1: too deep. Asha, wise and thoughtful, stepped forward next. She
Speaker 1: had always been a quiet presence in the Hoe clan,
Speaker 1: known for her insight and understanding of the old ways,
Speaker 1: and the clan members listened attentively as she began to speak.
Speaker 1: In all my years, I have learned that balance comes
Speaker 1: from understanding, not from fear. Yes, we have been harmed
Speaker 1: by humans, but we have also been left alone by
Speaker 1: many of them. Even in our own lands. We have
Speaker 1: watched humans who go about their lives, who respect the forest,
Speaker 1: who are as afraid of the unknown as we are
Speaker 1: of them. Her voice was gentle, like a breeze moving
Speaker 1: through the trees, but it held an undeniable strength. These
Speaker 1: humans here in this land have chosen solitude, just as
Speaker 1: we have. It may be that they want to be
Speaker 1: left alone as much as we do. The clan shifted
Speaker 1: considering her words. Asha's perspective carried a weight of experience,
Speaker 1: and her wisdom had guided the Whoe clan through many challenges.
Speaker 1: Are we to fear all humans for the actions of some,
Speaker 1: Asha asked quietly, or can we learn to live with
Speaker 1: them as we always have, keeping ourselves safe, yes, but
Speaker 1: not living in fear of them. And stay tuned for
Speaker 1: more Sasquatch ot to see. We'll be right back. After
Speaker 1: these messages, her words struck a chord, and the tension
Speaker 1: in the air began to soften. The clans were beginning
Speaker 1: to see that not all humans posed a threat, but
Speaker 1: still the hesitation lingered. Omaki took a deep breath, stepping
Speaker 1: forward to address the clans. Her gaze was steady as
Speaker 1: she looked out at the faces of those she loved,
Speaker 1: those she had led on this difficult journey. Long ago,
Speaker 1: before our clans were divine by these mountains, our people
Speaker 1: lived in harmony with the native tribes who respected the forest.
Speaker 1: My ancestors taught me stories of how they would watch
Speaker 1: the Native American tribes from a distance, learning their ways,
Speaker 1: understanding their respect for the land. She continued, her voice
Speaker 1: growing warmer as she remembered the stories passed down from
Speaker 1: her own elders. The humans who lived in those times
Speaker 1: were not so different from us. They honored the same
Speaker 1: land and took only what they needed. Our ancestors shared
Speaker 1: an unspoken understanding with them. There were times when a
Speaker 1: human and a Sasquatch would cross paths, and they would
Speaker 1: part peacefully, respecting the space they shared. Omaki paused her gaze,
Speaker 1: moving from face to face, seeing the doubt in some eyes,
Speaker 1: but the growing understanding in others. Just as we coexisted,
Speaker 1: then we may learn to coexist. Now the humans nearby
Speaker 1: may see us, but we have always been shadows, hidden
Speaker 1: from the eyes of those who would harm us. We
Speaker 1: can be cautious, yes, but let us not forget the
Speaker 1: wisdom of our ancestors. The story struck a deep cord,
Speaker 1: and Omachi could see that the younger members of the clans,
Speaker 1: those who had grown up knowing only the fear of humans,
Speaker 1: were starting to soften. Coda looked up at her, his
Speaker 1: young eyes filled with a mixture of hope and curiosity.
Speaker 1: So we don't have to be afraid, he asked. Omachi
Speaker 1: knelt beside him, No, Coda, we don't have to be afraid,
Speaker 1: but we must be wise. We will watch these humans,
Speaker 1: and if they show us respect, we will leave them
Speaker 1: in peace. After a long discussion, the clan slowly began
Speaker 1: to reach a consensus. The leaders of the River Bend
Speaker 1: and Mistwood clan spoke with Omachi, Kbodha, and Asha, sharing
Speaker 1: their thoughts and weighing the risks and benefits. They knew
Speaker 1: they had found a place rich with resources, a land
Speaker 1: that could sustain them, but it would take understanding and patience.
Speaker 1: We will stay, Tyrek finally said, his voice strong and resolved,
Speaker 1: but we will remain vigilant. This land holds promise and
Speaker 1: we must protect it. If the humans show signs of intrusion,
Speaker 1: we will act as needed, but until then we will
Speaker 1: give them the benefit of the doubt. Laura from Mistwood
Speaker 1: nodded in agreement. We cannot keep running. If this is
Speaker 1: to be our home, then we must defend it and
Speaker 1: trust ourselves to find a way to live here. The
Speaker 1: decision was made. The clans would establish their new sanctuary,
Speaker 1: using the caves as their base and spreading out through
Speaker 1: the surrounding forest. They would be cautious watching for signs
Speaker 1: of human activity, but they would not let fear drive
Speaker 1: them from what could be the refuge they had long sought.
Speaker 1: With their decision to stay solidified, the clans began setting
Speaker 1: up their new home. The caves offered ample space, and
Speaker 1: each clan took sections of the caverns for their own needs.
Speaker 1: The whole clan chose a series of interconnected chambers near
Speaker 1: a clear, shallow stream that trickled through the cave floor,
Speaker 1: providing fresh water. The River Bend clan took the upper
Speaker 1: caverns with higher entrances, allowing them to keep watch over
Speaker 1: the territory, while Mistwood claimed the deeper caves where the
Speaker 1: air was cool and the light was dim. As the
Speaker 1: clan settled in, they felt a renewed sense of purpose.
Speaker 1: The forest was alive, with sounds, birds singing, leaves rustling
Speaker 1: in the wind, and the occasional rustle of deer moving
Speaker 1: through the undergrowth. It was a comforting reminder of the
Speaker 1: wilderness they had fought so hard to reach. Omaki and
Speaker 1: Caboda set about teaching the younger ones how to remain hidden,
Speaker 1: using shadows and natural cover to avoid being seen. A
Speaker 1: should taught them to recognize the tracks of humans, distinguishing
Speaker 1: them from the natural trails created by animals, so they
Speaker 1: could sense intrusions long before they became a danger. In
Speaker 1: the evenings, as the clans gathered to share stories, Omaki
Speaker 1: could see that their spirits were lifting. They were beginning
Speaker 1: to feel like a community again, like the the Sasquatch
Speaker 1: of old, who had coexisted with the land and its inhabitants.
Speaker 1: She knew that the future held uncertainties, but for the
Speaker 1: first time since they had left the Olympic Peninsula, she
Speaker 1: felt a spark of hope. The clans remained cautious, keeping
Speaker 1: a low profile and observing the distant cabins from Afar.
Speaker 1: True to Caboda and Asha's predictions, the humans seemed to
Speaker 1: lead quiet lives, coming and going without venturing too deeply
Speaker 1: into the woods. There were a few tense moments, a
Speaker 1: wayward hunter crossing their territory, a curious hiker approaching the caves,
Speaker 1: but the clan stayed hidden, evading detection by slipping silently
Speaker 1: through the trees. Coda and the young ones, under Omaki's
Speaker 1: watchful eye, learned to sense the human's presence without fear.
Speaker 1: The clans adapted, each one finding their place in the
Speaker 1: rhythm of the forest, and as the weeks passed, they
Speaker 1: began to feel a cautious comfort, the sensation of belonging
Speaker 1: that had been absent for so long. Omaki knew they
Speaker 1: would all need to be vigilant, that the humans could
Speaker 1: never truly be trusted, But as the clans settled into
Speaker 1: their new sanctuary. She felt confident that they had found
Speaker 1: a place where they could live, a place where they
Speaker 1: could remember those they had lost and build a future
Speaker 1: for those who would come after them. As the sun
Speaker 1: set over the Appalachian Mountains, casting golden light over the forest,
Speaker 1: Omaki looked out from the mouth of their cave, a
Speaker 1: deep sense of peace settling within her. They had endured,
Speaker 1: and now they would thrive together as they had always done.
Speaker 1: In the days following their arrival, the clans had begun
Speaker 1: to settle into their new sanctuary. The forest provided a
Speaker 1: sense of security and a richness in resources, from fresh
Speaker 1: water and game to plentiful shelter within the caves and groves.
Speaker 1: But even as they adapted to this land, the clans
Speaker 1: remained wary of the few human dwellings scattered around the
Speaker 1: forest's edge, and though they had resolved to coexist cautiously,
Speaker 1: they remained an undercurrent of curiosity about the nearest homestead,
Speaker 1: the small house nestled in the middle of eighty forested acres,
Speaker 1: the closest sign of human life to their new home. Omaki, Kaboda,
Speaker 1: and Asha had discussed the homestead in careful, hushed tones.
Speaker 1: The clan leaders had observed the property from a distance,
Speaker 1: but had refrained from exploring farther, still haunted by memories
Speaker 1: of the humans who had hunted and captured their own,
Speaker 1: but Kaboda and Asha sensed that knowing more about these
Speaker 1: humans could offer valuable insight. If they were going to coexist,
Speaker 1: they needed to understand who they were living near. After
Speaker 1: another quiet conversation with Amaki, the pair prepared to set out,
Speaker 1: agreeing to travel in silence and return before dawn. As
Speaker 1: they moved toward the homestead, slipping through the shadows of
Speaker 1: the dense forest, they were determined to blend into the landscape,
Speaker 1: keeping their presence concealed. The homestead appeared through the trees,
Speaker 1: a modest wooden structure surrounded by a way fence. The
Speaker 1: land was a mix of open space and tree cover,
Speaker 1: with patches of wild grass, a small vegetable garden, and
Speaker 1: a chicken coop off to one side. The early evening
Speaker 1: light cast a warm glow over the scene, making the
Speaker 1: place look peaceful. Kaboda and Asha crouched behind a dense thicket,
Speaker 1: observing the area with keen eyes, they spotted a small
Speaker 1: flock of chickens pecking around a fenced coop and a
Speaker 1: pair of goats grazing nearby, occasionally bleeding to one another.
Speaker 1: Alongside the goats, they noticed three donkeys roaming the perimeter
Speaker 1: of the property, seemingly acting as protectors, an added layer
Speaker 1: of defense against predators. The farmhouse itself was quaint and sturdy,
Speaker 1: with a small porch where two people, a man and
Speaker 1: a woman, sat talking, their voices carrying softly through the air.
Speaker 1: But it wasn't the adults who caught Asha's attention. Near
Speaker 1: the garden, she noticed a young boy, perhaps twelve years old,
Speaker 1: moving between the plants with quiet focus check looking for
Speaker 1: ripe vegetables. She nudged Koboda and nodded toward the boy.
Speaker 1: Look there, she whispered. He's young, this family, they seemed different.
Speaker 1: Koboda studied the scene, his expression thoughtful. He had seen
Speaker 1: the brutal side of humanity, but something about this place
Speaker 1: felt different. These humans lived simply, surrounded by animals and
Speaker 1: reliant on their land, a life of patience rather than violence.
Speaker 1: They're farmers, he said, They're not here for us. Look
Speaker 1: at how they live, peaceful quiet. He watched as the
Speaker 1: boy laughed at one of the goats who had wandered
Speaker 1: too close to the garden, shewing it back with a
Speaker 1: gentle nudge. If we remain unseen, I don't think there'll
Speaker 1: be a threat. As night began to settle, Koboda and
Speaker 1: Asha crept a little closer to the edge of the property,
Speaker 1: watching the animals and the boy who moved among them.
Speaker 1: The goats, with their calm, curious eyes, trotted along the
Speaker 1: fenced area, occasionally glancing toward the forest, but more interested
Speaker 1: in grazing. The donkeys, however, were more alert, keeping their
Speaker 1: ears perked and occasionally braying if they sensed movement. The
Speaker 1: boy appeared comfortable and skilled with the animals, moving between
Speaker 1: the goats and the chickens as he tended to his chores.
Speaker 1: At one point, he turned toward the forest, and Kaboda
Speaker 1: and Asha instinctively froze. The boy's eyes searched the tree line,
Speaker 1: his face curious but not afraid. He stayed there for
Speaker 1: a moment, almost as if he sensed something in the shadows,
Speaker 1: before shrugging and returning to his work. Asha and Caboda
Speaker 1: exchanged a glance, aware of the subtle power they held
Speaker 1: to remain unseen to the boy, they would be nothing
Speaker 1: more than a trick of the eye, shadows in the woods,
Speaker 1: a presence both invisible and silent. Do you think he knows,
Speaker 1: Asha asked softly. Kboda shook his head, a slight smile,
Speaker 1: tugging at the corners of his mouth. He's curious, but
Speaker 1: he doesn't know. To him, we're only part of the forest.
Speaker 1: He studied the boy's face, noting the innocence in his gaze.
Speaker 1: It's a good thing. Innocence is rare in their kind.
Speaker 1: They watched in silence as the boy completed his chores,
Speaker 1: finally heading inside with a small basket of vegetables. Once
Speaker 1: he had disappeared into the house, Asha and Koboda returned
Speaker 1: their focus to the homestead, making careful observations of the
Speaker 1: property layout and the family's routines. Kaboda and Asha spent
Speaker 1: the next hour moving silently along the perimeter of the property,
Speaker 1: studying the family's daily routines and the layout of the homestead.
Speaker 1: They noted the locations of the chicken coop, the goat pen,
Speaker 1: and the donkey's favorite grazing spots, learning the patterns that
Speaker 1: governed the animal's behavior. As they circled the house, they
Speaker 1: remained hyper aware of any potential threats the property might
Speaker 1: pose to their clans. The homestead seemed relatively unprotected by
Speaker 1: human standards. There were no lights that suggested security cameras,
Speaker 1: no guard dogs, and little to indicate that the humans
Speaker 1: feared intrusion. The donkeys patrolled the edges of the goat
Speaker 1: pen and the chicken coop, braying and stamping whenever something
Speaker 1: disturbed them, but otherwise the farm was quiet. Asha, however,
Speaker 1: was careful not to let her guard down. If they
Speaker 1: were to discover us, she said, they could still be
Speaker 1: a threat. Humans are unpredictable. Even those who live peacefully
Speaker 1: can be dangerous if frightened. Kaboda nodded, understanding her concern.
Speaker 1: We'll continue to observe, but for now it appears they're
Speaker 1: focused on their land, not the forest beyond. With each
Speaker 1: passing moment, the farm seemed less threatening and more like
Speaker 1: a relic of a quieter, older way of life. These humans,
Speaker 1: though close by, might not need to be a source
Speaker 1: of worry if the clans were careful. Just as they
Speaker 1: were preparing to leave, the boy reappeared on the porch,
Speaker 1: a small flashlight in hand. He walked slowly down the
Speaker 1: steps shining the light in front of him, and wandered
Speaker 1: toward the edge of the yard. Kaboda and i Usha
Speaker 1: instinctively moved deeper into the shadows, careful to stay hidden.
Speaker 1: The boy paused, scanning the tree line with his light,
Speaker 1: his gaze lingered on the exact spot where Asha crouched,
Speaker 1: her silhouette, blending with the forest shadows. Kaboda tensed, prepared
Speaker 1: to draw his companion back, but Asha remained motionless, her
Speaker 1: breath steady and controlled. Are you out there? The boy whispered,
Speaker 1: his voice soft but clear in the night air. His
Speaker 1: question hung in the silence, almost as if he sensed
Speaker 1: a presence nearby. Kabodah and Asha exchanged a glance, neither
Speaker 1: daring to move, waiting for the boy to turn back
Speaker 1: toward the house. After a long pause, the boy sighed,
Speaker 1: lowering his flashlight. If you're there, I won't tell anyone,
Speaker 1: he said, With one last look at the trees, he
Speaker 1: turned and made his way back to the house, leaving
Speaker 1: the forest silent once more. When he was safely inside,
Speaker 1: Kboda exhaled, a mixture of tension and relief washing over him.
Speaker 1: He sensed us, he whispered, but he didn't seem afraid.
Speaker 1: Asha nodded thoughtfully. He's young. Children often sense things adults cannot,
Speaker 1: but he chose to leave us be Her gaze softened
Speaker 1: as she considered the boy's words. Perhaps there is no
Speaker 1: harm in this family after all. Kabodah and Asha returned
Speaker 1: to the clans just before dawn. Their minds buzzing with
Speaker 1: the Knight's discoveries, they gathered the clan leaders Omaki, Tyrek,
Speaker 1: and Laura to share what they had seen, describing the
Speaker 1: family's peaceful routines and the boy's apparent innocence. This family,
Speaker 1: they live off the land. Quietly, Koboda began, They're not
Speaker 1: like the others we've known. The boy. He sensed our presence,
Speaker 1: but he wasn't afraid. He even spoke to us, almost
Speaker 1: as if he knew we were there. Omaki listened carefully,
Speaker 1: her expression thoughtful. Then he has the awareness that only
Speaker 1: a few humans possess, she said, Some of them, the
Speaker 1: ones with open minds, can sense us without needing to see,
Speaker 1: and stay tuned for more sasquatch oat to see. We'll
Speaker 1: be right back after these messages. But if he is unafraid,
Speaker 1: that speaks to their nature. Tyrek, however, was more cautious.
Speaker 1: That may be true. But what if they do see us,
Speaker 1: What if curiosity or fear drives them to seek us out.
Speaker 1: We can't let our guard down. Asha nodded, understanding his concern.
Speaker 1: We won't. We'll remain hidden and careful. But I believe
Speaker 1: there's no reason to fear this family. They're not like
Speaker 1: those who hunt us with weapons. Laura leaned forward, her
Speaker 1: voice quiet but certain. Perhaps they are the sort of
Speaker 1: humans Omachi spoke of, the ones who live in balance
Speaker 1: with the land. If we watch them closely, we might
Speaker 1: find that coexistence here is possible. After much discussion, the
Speaker 1: clans agreed to remain cautious but hopeful, continuing to monitor
Speaker 1: the homestead without initiating contact. They would watch from the shadows,
Speaker 1: learning from these humans, just as they had done in
Speaker 1: times long past. In the days that followed, Omachi found
Speaker 1: herself reflecting on Koboda and Asha's observations, considering the boy's
Speaker 1: innocence and the family's gentle way of life. As the
Speaker 1: clans continued to settle into their new home, she felt
Speaker 1: a growing curiosity about the humans, a sense that perhaps
Speaker 1: in this land, coexistence might indeed be possible. Omaki began
Speaker 1: sharing stories with the younger members of the clan, recounting
Speaker 1: the wisdom of their ancestors, who had lived peacefully alongside
Speaker 1: indigenous humans in the past. She reminded them that not
Speaker 1: all humans sought to harm them, that some had chosen
Speaker 1: to protect the forest just as fiercely as they did.
Speaker 1: Cooda listened with wide eyes, his curiosity piqued. So we
Speaker 1: don't have to hide forever, he asked, his voice filled
Speaker 1: with hope. Omachi smiled, not forever, Coda, But for now
Speaker 1: we will watch, we will learn, and we will protect
Speaker 1: our home, and perhaps one day we will find a
Speaker 1: way to live here in peace. The clans settled into
Speaker 1: a careful rhythm, watching the homestead from afar and remaining vigilant.
Speaker 1: They learned to distinguish the family's movements, Growing familiar with
Speaker 1: the boy's routines and the sounds of the animals that
Speaker 1: lived on the property, They took comfort in the distance,
Speaker 1: in the quiet respect the humans showed for the land.
Speaker 1: With each passing day, the clans grew more at ease,
Speaker 1: their fears softened by the peace of the forest and
Speaker 1: the absence of threat. They would remain hidden, but for
Speaker 1: the first time in memory, they allowed themselves to hope
Speaker 1: that perhaps in this place they had found not only
Speaker 1: a new sanctuary, but a chance at coexistence. In the evenings,
Speaker 1: they gathered around Omachi as she told tales of their ancestors,
Speaker 1: weaving stories of peace and wisdom, reminding them of the
Speaker 1: strength that came from living in harmony. And as the
Speaker 1: forest settled into night, they listened to the quiet hum
Speaker 1: of the homestead nearby, a reminder of the humans who
Speaker 1: shared their land and of the possibilities that lay ahead.
Speaker 1: Built