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Speaker 2: Now, what are your reporting? I got a screen going
Speaker 2: on here. Something just kid with my dog, something to
Speaker 2: kill your dog? My dog. We're flying through there, over
Speaker 2: the tree. I don't know how it did it? Okay, Damn,
Speaker 2: I'm really confused. All I saw was my dog coming
Speaker 2: over the fence, and they would dead once you hit
Speaker 2: the ground. I didn't see any cars. All I saw
Speaker 2: was my dog coming over the fence. Sat, what are
Speaker 2: you reporting? We got some wonder or something crawling around
Speaker 2: out here? Did you see what it was? It was
Speaker 2: enough out here. Look, I'm new the window now and
Speaker 2: I don't need anything. I don't want to go outside. Hello,
Speaker 2: hit the Boddy out here? Quin On out there? I
Speaker 2: thought of a bit about nine. I don't know. Easy
Speaker 2: Ann out there. Yeah, I'm hey thinking.
Speaker 1: Thanks so much for joining me for the show. As
Speaker 1: you know, I wrote a book that came out earlier
Speaker 1: this year, back in March called Sasquatch Unleashed the Truth
Speaker 1: behind the Legend. It was certainly a labor of love,
Speaker 1: but I definitely enjoyed the process. As soon as that
Speaker 1: book was published, I knew I wanted to write a
Speaker 1: second book. I just didn't know which direction I wanted
Speaker 1: to go in until recently. I had this idea for
Speaker 1: a story about six or eight months ago. I wanted
Speaker 1: to have a sasquatch be born into the world that
Speaker 1: we could follow through its entire life. I wanted every
Speaker 1: step of the journey to be documented through the perspective
Speaker 1: of the sasquatch themselves. And I'm very excited that I
Speaker 1: just finished that book, and I want to share the
Speaker 1: first chapter of that book with you all right now.
Speaker 1: There are a total of twelve chapters in the book,
Speaker 1: and each chapter basically covers one year of Coda's life.
Speaker 1: I plan on sharing the rest of these chapters in
Speaker 1: the coming weeks and months. Eventually this will come out
Speaker 1: as a book, So I am planning on changing the
Speaker 1: ending of the book that you're going to hear in
Speaker 1: the narrated version. So even if you listen through the
Speaker 1: entirety of the book here, you're going to get an
Speaker 1: alternate ending once the book is actually published. This is
Speaker 1: obviously a fictionalized story that I've written here, but I
Speaker 1: do hope that you get into these characters as much
Speaker 1: as I did when I was writing the story, I
Speaker 1: would love to hear your feedback, and I'm actually looking
Speaker 1: to title the book. I do not have a working
Speaker 1: title for the book yet. I just knew the story
Speaker 1: that I wanted to put down on paper. So if
Speaker 1: you'd like to tell me what you think the book
Speaker 1: should be titled, or you just want to give me
Speaker 1: some feedback on the chapter itself, please send me an
Speaker 1: email Brian at Paranormalworldproductions dot com, or you can lead
Speaker 1: a voicemail. The button is right here in the show notes.
Speaker 1: All you have to do is click the button, talk
Speaker 1: into your phone, your computer, your tablet, wherever you're listening
Speaker 1: to the show right now. But enough of that, I
Speaker 1: know you guys are ready to get into it, So
Speaker 1: all that's left for you to do is sit back, relax,
Speaker 1: and enjoy the first chapter of the Life of a Bigfoot,
Speaker 1: named Coda.
Speaker 3: The following episode contains descriptions of violins and mature subject
Speaker 3: matter that may not be suitable for younger listeners or
Speaker 3: those sensitive to depictions of death in violins. Listener discretion
Speaker 3: is strongly advised.
Speaker 1: Spring had always been a time of renewal in the
Speaker 1: Olympic Peninsula, but this year, the air felt different. I
Speaker 1: should could sense it, a subtle but undeniable shift that
Speaker 1: pulsed through the forest like a slow, creeping shadow. It
Speaker 1: wasn't just the usual markers of the season, the thawing
Speaker 1: of the earth, the butting of the trees, the coreus
Speaker 1: of the frogs that filled the night air. This was
Speaker 1: something deeper. It was a heaviness that clung to the wind,
Speaker 1: that crept through the underbrush, making her fur prickle and
Speaker 1: her senses sharpen. She could feel it in her bones
Speaker 1: as surely as she could feel the new life growing
Speaker 1: inside of her. Asha, with her thick, tawny fur and
Speaker 1: wise silver flecked eyes, had experienced many springs in her life,
Speaker 1: but none had ever carried so much weight. This was
Speaker 1: the season she would bring her child into the world.
Speaker 1: She had known for some time now, from the way
Speaker 1: her belly had grown heavy, and the way Koboda had
Speaker 1: begun watching her with his protective, anxious look in his eyes.
Speaker 1: Her mate, strong and silent as always, had grown restless,
Speaker 1: constantly scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. But
Speaker 1: the danger wasn't just the rogue sasquatch that roamed the
Speaker 1: northern ridges, though he was a threat. To be sure,
Speaker 1: it was the humans that were coming closer, encroaching on
Speaker 1: their home, their forest, with each passing day. Koboda stood
Speaker 1: at the edge of the clearing, his broad shoulders tensed
Speaker 1: as he listened to the distant sounds of machines, human machines.
Speaker 1: His fur, a deep, earthy brown, blended seamlessly with the
Speaker 1: trees around him. From a distance, he might have been
Speaker 1: mistaken for one of the ancient cedars that towered above.
Speaker 1: But up close, Asha could see the strain in his eyes,
Speaker 1: the way his muscles rippled with unease beneath his thick coat.
Speaker 1: They're getting bolder, he rumbled, his voice low and gravely.
Speaker 1: I saw their fires last night, closer than they've ever been.
Speaker 1: We may not have much time before they find us.
Speaker 1: Asha sat beside him, her hand resting on her swollen belly,
Speaker 1: feeling the life stir within. We'll find a way, she
Speaker 1: said softly, though her heart was heavy with uncertainty. We
Speaker 1: always do. But even as she said those words, she
Speaker 1: wasn't sure that she believed them. The humans were relentless.
Speaker 1: They came in greater numbers each year, pushing deeper into
Speaker 1: the forest, with their strange tools and loud machines, tearing
Speaker 1: down the trees that stood for centuries. They were careless,
Speaker 1: trampling over the land as if it were theirs to claim.
Speaker 1: Asha had seen them up close once years ago, when
Speaker 1: she ventured too close to one of their camps. They
Speaker 1: were smaller than her kind, but there was something terrifying
Speaker 1: about their numbers and the strange hard objects they carried,
Speaker 1: tools that could rip through the forest with ease, as
Speaker 1: though nature itself bent to their will. They're close, Kiboda continued,
Speaker 1: his eyes narrowing as he sniffed the air too close.
Speaker 1: Asha followed his gaze to the distant horizon, where the
Speaker 1: trees thinned out into open land. She could almost smell
Speaker 1: the smoke from the human fires, the acrid scent of
Speaker 1: burning wood mixing with the sweet fragrance of pine and moss.
Speaker 1: It was a smell that always made her uneasy. Didn't
Speaker 1: belong here. They didn't respect the land the way that
Speaker 1: her kind did. They took and took, never giving anything back.
Speaker 1: They won't stop, she murmured, almost to herself. Not until
Speaker 1: they've taken everything. Caboda growled low in his throat, a
Speaker 1: sound of frustration and helplessness. Then we need to prepare.
Speaker 1: I should knew he was right. With the humans closing
Speaker 1: in and the baby's birth approaching, they needed to find
Speaker 1: a safe place, a hidden place where she could bring
Speaker 1: the child into the world without fear of discovery. It
Speaker 1: wasn't just a matter of comfort, it was survival. The
Speaker 1: humans were a threat, but so was the forest itself.
Speaker 1: The world was full of dangers for a newborn, from
Speaker 1: predators that stalked the underbrush, to the unpredictable weather that
Speaker 1: could turn from general rain to torrential storms in a
Speaker 1: matter of hours. They had scattered the forest for days,
Speaker 1: moving deeper and deeper into their territory, searching for a
Speaker 1: place that would offer them the protection they needed. Finally
Speaker 1: they found it, a secluded grove, hidden deep within the
Speaker 1: thick patch of ancient cedar trees. The trees here were massive,
Speaker 1: their trunks wide enough to hide a family of sasquatch
Speaker 1: from view, their branches forming a dense canopy overhead that
Speaker 1: shielded the ground from the harshness of the elements. The air,
Speaker 1: thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and
Speaker 1: the sound of a nearby stream trickled through the silence,
Speaker 1: offering both fresh water and a natural barrier between them
Speaker 1: and any approaching danger. This will do, Kiboda said, his
Speaker 1: voice thick with determination. The two of them set out
Speaker 1: work immediately, gathering materials to build a nest that would
Speaker 1: cradle both Asha and their newborn child. Asha's movements were
Speaker 1: slower now, the weight of pregnancy, making every step laborious,
Speaker 1: but she refused to let Kaboda do all the work.
Speaker 1: She wove together long, flexible branches, creating a sturdy foundation
Speaker 1: walk Boda found piles of soft moss and leaves to
Speaker 1: line the inside. They worked side by side, as they
Speaker 1: always had, their hands moving in rhythm with the forest
Speaker 1: around them. Asha took her time selecting the softest moss,
Speaker 1: pressing it into the base of the nest until it
Speaker 1: formed a thick, cushiony bed. It needed to be perfect,
Speaker 1: strong enough to support her weight during birth, but soft
Speaker 1: enough to protect the delicate form of their child when
Speaker 1: the time came, Caboti used his powerful arms to gather
Speaker 1: animal hids they had saved from past hunts, draping them
Speaker 1: over the nest to provide warmth and shelter from the
Speaker 1: cool spring nights. As they worked, Asha felt a flutter
Speaker 1: of movement in her belly, a reminder of the life
Speaker 1: growing inside of her. The baby was strong. She could
Speaker 1: feel it in the way that he kicked and shifted,
Speaker 1: already testing his strength against the confines of her body.
Speaker 1: A smile tugged at her lips, despite the exhaustion that
Speaker 1: weighed on her. God would be special, she could feel
Speaker 1: it in her bones. It's almost ready, Kiboda said, standing
Speaker 1: back to admire their work. Just a few more branches
Speaker 1: to cover the top. Asha nodded, her hand resting on
Speaker 1: her belly. We'll be safe here, she said softly, at
Speaker 1: least for a while. But even as she spoke those words,
Speaker 1: she couldn't shake the feeling that that safety was a
Speaker 1: fleeting thing. The humans were relentless, always pushing forward, always expanding.
Speaker 1: And then there was the other danger, the one that
Speaker 1: stalked the shadows of their territory. His name was never
Speaker 1: spoken aloud, but everyone knew who he was, the rogue Sasquatch,
Speaker 1: a giant among giants, even larger than Koboda, with a
Speaker 1: temper as wild as the storms that sometimes swept through
Speaker 1: the mountains. He had no clan, no family, he lived alone,
Speaker 1: a creature of pure instinct and rage. The stories about
Speaker 1: him were dark and terrifying, passing down from their parents,
Speaker 1: whispered in the darkness by the older Sasquatch who had
Speaker 1: seen him and survived. It was said that the rogue
Speaker 1: had once been a part of a clan long ago,
Speaker 1: but he had been cast out for reasons that no
Speaker 1: one could fully explain. Some said that he had killed
Speaker 1: his own kin in a fit of rage. Others claimed
Speaker 1: that he had simply grown too wild, too dangerous, even
Speaker 1: for his own kind. Most believed that he had killed
Speaker 1: many hikers on the Appalachian Trail who dared to venture
Speaker 1: too far into the back country near his old clan's territory.
Speaker 1: Whatever the truth, he was a force to be reckoned,
Speaker 1: with a threat that loomed over the forest like a shadow,
Speaker 1: always there, lurking just beyond the edge of sight. Asha
Speaker 1: had never seen him herself, but Kapoda had once, many
Speaker 1: years ago, before they had become mates. He didn't talk
Speaker 1: about it much, but she knew the encounter had left
Speaker 1: a deep impression on him. I saw him by the
Speaker 1: Northern Ridge, Cabota told her one night. His voice had
Speaker 1: been low, almost a whisper, as a speaking of the
Speaker 1: rogue would somehow summon him from the shadows. He was huge,
Speaker 1: bigger than any of us. His fur was dark, almost black,
Speaker 1: and his eyes they were wild, like nothing I've seen.
Speaker 1: He wasn't like us, Sasha, He was something else. Asha
Speaker 1: shivered at the memory of Koboda's words. The rogue was
Speaker 1: a danger they couldn't ignore, especially now with the baby
Speaker 1: on the way. They knew they needed to be alert,
Speaker 1: always on guard, in case he wondered too close to
Speaker 1: their territory, But for now their focus was on the
Speaker 1: nest on the berth. The night Asha went into labor
Speaker 1: was calm and clear. The sky above the canopy was
Speaker 1: a deep, velvety black, dotted with stars that twinkled faintly
Speaker 1: through the gaps in the trees. The air was cool,
Speaker 1: but not cold, carrying the fresh scin of pine and
Speaker 1: damp earth. It should have been a peaceful night, a
Speaker 1: night of resting and gathering strength. But instead Asha's body
Speaker 1: was racked with pain. It started slowly, a dull ache
Speaker 1: deep in her belly that made her shift uncomfortably in
Speaker 1: the nest. Kiboda was beside her, his large frame casting
Speaker 1: a protective shadow over the entrance to their shelter. He
Speaker 1: had been restless all day, sinsing that the time was near,
Speaker 1: and now that it had come, his eyes were sharp
Speaker 1: with concern. Asha. His voice was gentle, but there was
Speaker 1: an edge to it, a quiet urgency. Is it time?
Speaker 1: Asha nodded, unable to speak as another wave of pain
Speaker 1: rolled through her. She gripped the edge of the nest,
Speaker 1: her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The baby was coming,
Speaker 1: she could feel it, the pressure building inside her, her
Speaker 1: body instinctively preparing for the birth. Caboda knelt beside her,
Speaker 1: his hands resting on her shoulder, offering her what comfort
Speaker 1: he could. I'm here, he murmured, I'm not going anywhere.
Speaker 1: The hours that followed were a blur of pain and effort,
Speaker 1: her body straining with the intensity of the labor. Each
Speaker 1: contraction seemed to tear through her like fire, but Asha
Speaker 1: remained focused, her mind fixed on the life she was
Speaker 1: about to bring into the world. She could feel the
Speaker 1: baby moving inside her, shifting lower, ready to emerge. Kaboda
Speaker 1: stayed by her side the entire time, his presence a
Speaker 1: steady grounding force as she fought through the pain. He
Speaker 1: wiped the sweat from her brow with a cool clump
Speaker 1: of moss, his deep voice whispering words of encouragement as
Speaker 1: the night dragged on. You're strong, Asha, he whispered, you
Speaker 1: can do this, You're almost there. Finally, after what felt
Speaker 1: like an eternity, the baby came. With one last agonizing push.
Speaker 1: Asha felt the release of the pressure, and the child
Speaker 1: slid from her body and into the world. The first
Speaker 1: sound that filled the air was a tiny, sharp cry,
Speaker 1: a cry that sent a wave of relief and joy
Speaker 1: over her, even as her body trembled with exhaustion. Kboda
Speaker 1: caught a newborn in his large hands, his face filled
Speaker 1: with awe and wonder as he looked down at their son.
Speaker 1: He was small, covered in soft, dark fur, his eyes
Speaker 1: wide and blinking as he took his first breaths of
Speaker 1: the world outside of the womb Coda. Asha whispered, her
Speaker 1: voice barely more than a breath. She reached out, and
Speaker 1: Caboda gently placed the baby in her arms, his tiny
Speaker 1: form warm and alive against her chest. Our son. Asha
Speaker 1: gazed down at him, her heart swelling with love and pride.
Speaker 1: He was perfect, Deir Coda, the strong and beautiful boy,
Speaker 1: but As she held him close, she felt another sharp
Speaker 1: pain ripped through her body, unexpected, sharp and wrong. And
Speaker 1: stay tuned for more Sasquatch hot to see. We'll be
Speaker 1: right back after these messages a second baby. Asha gasped,
Speaker 1: her eyes widening in shock as her body convulsed again.
Speaker 1: Kabodah's face twisted with concern as he realized what was
Speaker 1: happening between They hadn't known, but as the second baby
Speaker 1: came into the world, Asha knew immediately that something was
Speaker 1: very wrong. There was no cry. Koboda's face fell as
Speaker 1: he gently lifted the still silent form of their daughter.
Speaker 1: She was small, too small, her body limp and lifeless
Speaker 1: in his hands. Asha's heart shattered as she reached out
Speaker 1: to touch her daughter's tiny face, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Speaker 1: Kiboda Her voice broke, thick with grief. Kibota didn't speak,
Speaker 1: He couldn't. His face was a mask of sorrow as
Speaker 1: he wrapped their daughter in soft leaves, his hands trembling
Speaker 1: as he prepared for her burial. Ashall watch through the
Speaker 1: veil of tears as he carried her out of the
Speaker 1: nest into the grove where the ancient cedar trees stood
Speaker 1: like silent sentinels. They buried their daughter beneath the largest tree,
Speaker 1: the earth cool and damp as Kaboda gently laid her
Speaker 1: to rest, I shall knelt beside the grave, her heart
Speaker 1: heavy with loss. They had gained a son, but they
Speaker 1: had lost a daughter. The joy and sorrow mingled together
Speaker 1: in a way that left Asha feeling hollow, like a
Speaker 1: piece of her soul had been torn away. We will
Speaker 1: never forget you, she whispered, her hand resting on the
Speaker 1: freshly turned soil. You will always be with us. The
Speaker 1: days after the birth were a blur of exhaustion and quiet. Morning.
Speaker 1: Asha and Kiboda took turns watching over Koda, their grief
Speaker 1: of their daughter lingering like a shadow of their small family.
Speaker 1: But even in their sorrow, they knew they had to
Speaker 1: stay vigilant. The humans were getting closer, and the rogue
Speaker 1: still lurked somewhere in the forest. Each day, the sounds
Speaker 1: of human activity grew louder, machines tearing through the earth,
Speaker 1: the distant roar of engines, and the sharp crack of
Speaker 1: trees being filled. The once quiet forest was now filled
Speaker 1: with the noise of human expansion, and it was only
Speaker 1: a matter of time before they stumbled upon Asha in
Speaker 1: Koboda's nest. They're coming, Kiboda said one evening, his voice
Speaker 1: heavy with resignation. We need to move. Asha nodded, holding
Speaker 1: Coda close as he slept. They couldn't stay here any longer.
Speaker 1: The humans were relentless, and with a newborn to protect,
Speaker 1: they couldn't afford to take any chances. But it wasn't
Speaker 1: just the humans that worried Asha. The rogue Sasquatch was
Speaker 1: still out there, somewhere in the shadows, a looming threat
Speaker 1: that hung over them like a dark cloud. She had
Speaker 1: seen signs of him, broken branches, disturbed earth, and the
Speaker 1: unmistakable stench of his presence. He was close, too close.
Speaker 1: We'll find a new place, Asha said, though her voice
Speaker 1: lacked confidence. Somewhere deeper in the forest. Kboda nodded, but
Speaker 1: the worry in his eyes was clear. The forest was
Speaker 1: their home, but it was no longer safe. The humans
Speaker 1: were closing in and the rogue was a danger they
Speaker 1: couldn't ignore. With heavy hearts, they left the grove behind,
Speaker 1: carrying Coda in their arms as they ventured deeper into
Speaker 1: the wilderness. The forest stretched out before them vast and untamed,
Speaker 1: full of danger and promise. But Asha knew one thing
Speaker 1: for certain. They would do whatever it took to protect
Speaker 1: their family. They had survived the loss of their daughter,
Speaker 1: the encroachment of the humans, and the looming threat of
Speaker 1: the rogue. They would survive what ever came next. They
Speaker 1: had to. It had been a few days since Asha
Speaker 1: had given birth to little Coda. Her newborn was nursing
Speaker 1: well and Asha was recovering quickly, but the human presence
Speaker 1: was getting closer and closer to their nest, forcing Asha
Speaker 1: and Kiboda to make some tough decisions. We can't stay
Speaker 1: here anymore, Caboda said grimly one evening. The humans are
Speaker 1: simply too close. We need to move deeper into the forest,
Speaker 1: find a new place to make our home. Asha nodded, solemnly,
Speaker 1: casting a worried glance down at the sleeping Coda. I
Speaker 1: was afraid of this, but you're right. We can't risk
Speaker 1: them finding us here. It's not safe for Coda. Kibota
Speaker 1: reached out and gently stroked Coda's soft fur. Don't worry.
Speaker 1: We'll find a good place to go, somewhere where the
Speaker 1: humans won't be able to get to us. He paused,
Speaker 1: brow furrowed and thought, we'll have to leave first thing
Speaker 1: in the morning. Osha sighed heavily. All right, I'll start
Speaker 1: getting ready. This was such a good home for us.
Speaker 1: Caboda pulled her into a comforting embrace. I know, but
Speaker 1: we'll find another, and Coda will be safe. That's what
Speaker 1: matters the most. The next morning, they set out, with
Speaker 1: Coda snuggled securely against Asha's chest. They traveled deeper into
Speaker 1: the dense forest, Caboda leading the way and keeping a
Speaker 1: watchful eye for any sign of the humans. After a
Speaker 1: few hours of trekking, they came across a small clearing
Speaker 1: that seemed like a good spot to set up a
Speaker 1: new temporary home. This looks promising, Kiboda said, surveying the area,
Speaker 1: lots of cover, away from any trails the humans might use.
Speaker 1: We can build a shelter here and hunk her down
Speaker 1: for a while. I should nodded an agreement, gently rocking
Speaker 1: Coda as he fussed a bit. All right, let's get started.
Speaker 2: Then.
Speaker 1: The sooner we get settled, the better I'll feel. They
Speaker 1: worked quickly to construct a simple, lean to structure using branches,
Speaker 1: lee ves, and whatever other materials they could find in
Speaker 1: the clearing. It wasn't the most sturdy or weather proof shelter,
Speaker 1: but it would have to do for now. As the
Speaker 1: sun started to set, they huddled inside Codin nestled warmly
Speaker 1: between them. There I should do it, Kibota said, giving
Speaker 1: the structure a pat It's not much, but it'll keep
Speaker 1: the rain off of us at least. Asha nodded, running
Speaker 1: a hand over Coda. It's perfect. I just hope it
Speaker 1: keeps us hidden from the humans. Cabota drew closer, wrapping
Speaker 1: a comforting arm around her. Don't worry. We're well off
Speaker 1: the trails now. I don't think they'll find us here.
Speaker 1: They settled down for the night, Coda snoozing peacefully while
Speaker 1: Osha and Kboda kept watch. But just as they were
Speaker 1: starting to drift off, a sudden, bone chilling howl pierced
Speaker 1: the silence of the forest. Asha stiffened, her eyes growing wide.
Speaker 1: What was that, Cabota tensed, listening intently. I don't know,
Speaker 1: but it didn't sound good. He paused, and then let
Speaker 1: out a series of low, rumbling grunts, a warning call
Speaker 1: to any potential threats in the area. They waited with
Speaker 1: baited breath, straining their ears to hear any other sounds.
Speaker 1: After a few tense moments, another howl echoed through the trees,
Speaker 1: closer this time. Kiboda responded with more grunts, deeper and
Speaker 1: more insistent. Asha huddled closer to Coda, her heart pounding. Caboda,
Speaker 1: what is that? What's out there? I'm not sure, but
Speaker 1: whatever it is, it's getting closer. Stay close to me
Speaker 1: and keep quiet. They fell silent, listening intently as the
Speaker 1: forest seemed to come alive around them. Twigs snapped, leaves rustled,
Speaker 1: and a strange, gotural growling reached their ears. Caboda's grunts
Speaker 1: grew louder, more desperate as he tried to ward off
Speaker 1: this unseen threat. Suddenly, a towering, shadowy figure loomed at
Speaker 1: the edge of the shelter. Asha stifled a gasp, clutching
Speaker 1: Coda tightly. Koboda rose to his feet, letting out a
Speaker 1: series of deep, booming barks, a clear warning for the
Speaker 1: intruder to back off. The figure paused and then let
Speaker 1: out a bone chilling scream that made Asha's blood run cold.
Speaker 1: It was a primal, animalistic sound, full of raw power
Speaker 1: and aggression. Kibota responded with a series of thunderous mouth pops,
Speaker 1: like a bat striking a tree, hoping to intimidate the
Speaker 1: larger sasquatch. For a moment, the two giants stared each
Speaker 1: other down, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Then,
Speaker 1: with a final earth shaking roar, the figure retreated back
Speaker 1: into the darkness of the forest. Asha let out a
Speaker 1: shaky breath, her heart racing. Caboda, what was that? Kiboda
Speaker 1: remained tense, eyes scanning the tree line. I think I
Speaker 1: think it was the row, the one we've been hearing about.
Speaker 1: For the first time, he spoke his name, Ada, Noah,
Speaker 1: the Cherokee word for war. Asha's eyes widened in fear
Speaker 1: at of Noah. But why would he come so close
Speaker 1: to our shelter. He had never done that before. Caboda
Speaker 1: shook his head slowly. I don't know, but I'm sure
Speaker 1: it has something to do with Coda. Either way, we
Speaker 1: need to be very careful from now on. He is
Speaker 1: dangerous and he is not afraid to come after us.
Speaker 1: They huddled together in the small shelter, Coda whimpering softly
Speaker 1: in Asha's arms. The rest of the night passed in
Speaker 1: tense silence, with both Asha and Caboda keeping a constant
Speaker 1: vigil alert for any sign of the rogue's return. As
Speaker 1: the first rays of dawn began to filter through the trees,
Speaker 1: Caboda finally relaxed a bit, letting out a heavy sigh.
Speaker 1: I think he's gone for now, but we still need
Speaker 1: to find a more secure place place to stay, something
Speaker 1: that can better protect us. Asha nodded gently, rocking. Coda agreed.
Speaker 1: The sooner we can get moved, the better. I don't
Speaker 1: want to risk Coda's safety. They quickly packed up the
Speaker 1: little that they had and set out, Koboda leading the
Speaker 1: way deeper into the forest. The going was slow, with
Speaker 1: Asha having to carry Coda and Caboda constantly on the
Speaker 1: lookout for any side of adinoa. After several hours of trukking,
Speaker 1: they came across a small cave partially hidden by a
Speaker 1: tangle of fallen trees and overgrown vegetation. Koboda paused, studying
Speaker 1: it closely. This could work, he murmured, running a hand
Speaker 1: along the rough stone. Its secluded and the entrance is
Speaker 1: well hidden. We should be able to fortify it and
Speaker 1: make it a decent shelter. Osha appeared inside Coda, still
Speaker 1: cradled against her chest. It does seem promising, and if
Speaker 1: that road comes back, at least we'll have some protection.
Speaker 1: Kibota nodded, exactly. Let's get started. The sooner we get settled,
Speaker 1: the better i'll feel. This spant the rest of the
Speaker 1: day working to clear out the cave and reinforce the entrance.
Speaker 1: Cabota gathered large branches and sturdy logs to create a
Speaker 1: makeshift barricade, while Asha gathered soft bedding materials and arranged
Speaker 1: them in a cozy nest for Coda. By the time
Speaker 1: that night fell, they had a relatively secure and comfortable
Speaker 1: shelter to call home. As they settled in for the evening,
Speaker 1: Caboda kept a watchful eye on the forest around them.
Speaker 1: I haven't heard any sign of Adaoa since last night.
Speaker 1: Hopefully he's moved on. Asha nodded, gently, stroking Coda's fur.
Speaker 1: Let's hope. So, I don't think I could handle another
Speaker 1: confrontation like that. Kibota reached out and squeezed her hand, reassuringly,
Speaker 1: don't worry. I want let anything happen to you or Coda.
Speaker 1: I'll keep us safe. A promise. They fell into a
Speaker 1: light sleep. Kbota wake up periodically to check the perimeter,
Speaker 1: But just as the first hints of dawn began to
Speaker 1: peek over the horizon, a bone chilling howl shattered the
Speaker 1: stillness of the forest. Caboda's eyes snapped wide open, and
Speaker 1: he bolted upright, a low, rumbling growl building in his chest.
Speaker 1: Asha sat up as well, clutching Coda close. He's back,
Speaker 1: Kboda whispered, already moving to reinforce the cave's entrance. Stay inside,
Speaker 1: keep quiet. Asha nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.
Speaker 1: She huddled deeper into the cave, shielding Coda with her body.
Speaker 1: As Caboda went to work, the howling grew closer, accompanied
Speaker 1: by the snapping of branches and the rustling of leaves.
Speaker 1: Caboda braced himself, ready to defend his family at all costs. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: a massive figure emerged from the trees, towering over the
Speaker 1: makeshift barricade. Caboda let out a series of thunderous barks,
Speaker 1: his deep booming voice echoing through the forest. Ata Noah paused,
Speaker 1: then unleashed an earth shaking roar in response. It was
Speaker 1: a sound that seemed to vibrate through Asha's very bones
Speaker 1: as she had to fight the urge to leave the
Speaker 1: safety of the cave to join Koboda to defend their
Speaker 1: new found home. Kaboda answered with the more barks, his
Speaker 1: own voice rising in volume and intensity. The two Sasquatches
Speaker 1: stared each other down for a moment. It seemed like
Speaker 1: they might come to blows, but then Ada Noah let
Speaker 1: out a final guttural growl and turned, disappearing back into
Speaker 1: the trees. Kaboda waited listening intently before finally relaxing his stance.
Speaker 1: He hurried back into the cave, checking on Asha and Coda.
Speaker 1: Are he both alright? He asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Speaker 1: Asha nodded, still trembling slightly. Yes, we're fine, But Kaboda,
Speaker 1: he's so much bigger than you. I'm scared for us.
Speaker 1: For Coda. Kaboda reached out and pulled her into a
Speaker 1: comforting embrace. I know, I know, but I won't let
Speaker 1: him hurt us. I promise we're safe here in this cave.
Speaker 1: That rogue won't be able to get to us. Asha
Speaker 1: buried her face in his chest, taking comfort in his
Speaker 1: warmth and strength. I hope you're right, I don't know
Speaker 1: what i'd do if something happened to you were Coda,
Speaker 1: and stay tuned for more sasquatch oat to see. We'll
Speaker 1: be right back after these messages. They stayed like that
Speaker 1: for a while, Kaboda gently soothing Asha's fears. Finally, the
Speaker 1: sun began to rise and they settled back down. Coda
Speaker 1: nestled safely between them. The next few days passed in
Speaker 1: relative peace, with no further sign of the rogue. Kaboda
Speaker 1: used the time to continue fortifying their new home, reinforcing
Speaker 1: the entrance and gathering supplies. Asha meanwhile focused on caring
Speaker 1: for Coda, keeping him warm and safe. She was relieved
Speaker 1: to be in a more secure cave away from the
Speaker 1: prime eyes of the humans. One evening, as they huddled together,
Speaker 1: Kibota turned to Asha, a serious expression on his face. Asha,
Speaker 1: I think we need to start thinking about what we're
Speaker 1: going to do if that robe comes back. We can't
Speaker 1: keep relying on this cave to protect us forever. Asha
Speaker 1: looked up, her brow furrowed with worry. What do you
Speaker 1: mean where else could we go? Cabota side running a
Speaker 1: hand through his thick fur. I'm not sure, but we
Speaker 1: need to be prepared. He is dangerous and it's clear
Speaker 1: he's not going to leave us alone. I shut a
Speaker 1: glance down at Coda, who was snuggled against her chest,
Speaker 1: fast asleep. I don't want to move again. Coda is
Speaker 1: still so young, and I'm worried about exposing him to
Speaker 1: more danger. Kibota reached out and gently squeezed her hand.
Speaker 1: I know, but we have to do what's best for
Speaker 1: him and for all of us. If that robe comes
Speaker 1: back and we can't defend ourselves here, we may have
Speaker 1: no choice but to keep moving. Asha nodded slowly, her
Speaker 1: heart heavy. All right, I'll start thinking about what we
Speaker 1: might do where we could go, But Caboda promise me
Speaker 1: you'll do everything you can to keep us safe here.
Speaker 1: Caboda met her gaze, his expression resolute. I promise Asha,
Speaker 1: I'll fight him with everything I have if I have to.
Speaker 1: I won't let him hurt you, Orkda, no matter what.
Speaker 1: Asha felt a glimmer of hope in the midst of
Speaker 1: her fear. Caboda was her rock, her protector, and she
Speaker 1: knew he would do whatever it took to keep their
Speaker 1: family safe. As the days passed, Asha and Giboda continued
Speaker 1: to fortify their cave, stockpiling supplies and keeping constant watch
Speaker 1: for any sign of the rogue menace. But the relative
Speaker 1: piece was shattered on a rainy night when the unmistakable
Speaker 1: howl of the rogue echoed through the forest. Caboda was
Speaker 1: on his feet in an instant, his body tensed and
Speaker 1: ready to defend. Asha clutched Coda close, her heart pounding
Speaker 1: in her chest. The howling grew closer, accompanied by the
Speaker 1: crashing of branches and the rumbling of deep, guttural howls.
Speaker 1: Kaboda responded with a series of thunderous mouth pops, the
Speaker 1: sound echoing through the cave. Suddenly, a massive figure loomed
Speaker 1: near the entrance, its silhouette barely visible through the driving rain.
Speaker 1: Kiboda let out a booming roar, his voice shaking the
Speaker 1: very earth. Ata Noah paused, then unleashed an earth shattering
Speaker 1: screen that sent chills down Asha's spine. She could see
Speaker 1: it now, the towering, hulking form of this massive sasquatch.
Speaker 1: Koboda continued with more mouthpops. He was trying to intimidate
Speaker 1: the larger creature to make him back down without a fight,
Speaker 1: but Ada Noah was undeterred. He stepped forward, his massive
Speaker 1: form filling the entrance of the cave. Asha pressed herself
Speaker 1: and Coda as far back as she could, and terror
Speaker 1: coursing through her veins in equal measure. Caboda was ready
Speaker 1: to fight to the death if necessary. He knew he
Speaker 1: was younger and more agile than the rogue, but the
Speaker 1: sheer size and power of the creature was daunting. He
Speaker 1: had hoped to find a way to drive him off
Speaker 1: without risking a physical confrontation. Cabota stepped forward, moving out
Speaker 1: of the mouth of the cave and into the open,
Speaker 1: meeting Ada Nooah's glare head on. His heart pounded as
Speaker 1: he sized up his opponent. Adanoah was larger, older, and
Speaker 1: scarred from many battles. His thick, matted fur was streaked
Speaker 1: with dark stains from past conflicts, and his eyes glinted
Speaker 1: with a feral determination. Cabota stood his ground, puffing up
Speaker 1: his chest and letting out a deep, resonant growl that
Speaker 1: reverberated through the clearing. He began a series of mouth
Speaker 1: pops and guttural sounds meant to warn off intruders, signaling
Speaker 1: that this territory was claimed, but Adaoah seemed unfazed, his
Speaker 1: expression unmoved, his stay aunts steady. As he took another
Speaker 1: step forward, Cabota could feel the weight of the rogue's gaze,
Speaker 1: a silent but potent threat. Then, with a sudden, deafening roar,
Speaker 1: at a Noah charged. Cabota braced himself, his muscles cooling
Speaker 1: as he prepared to meet the full force of his opponent.
Speaker 1: Atnnoa's charge was fierce, his powerful legs pounding the earth
Speaker 1: as he barreled forward, each step, driving deeper into the ground.
Speaker 1: The distance between them closed in an instant, and Caboda
Speaker 1: barely had time to dodge the massive arm that swung
Speaker 1: towards him. He twisted to the side, narrowly avoiding the swipe,
Speaker 1: but at Anoa's momentum carried him forward, slamming him into
Speaker 1: Cabota's side with the force of a boulder. Cabota stumbled back,
Speaker 1: his body jolted by the impact, but he quickly regained
Speaker 1: his footing. They faced each other, breathing hard, eyes locked.
Speaker 1: At Anah growled his lips pulling back to reveal jagged,
Speaker 1: yellowed teeth. Cabota lunged forward, aiming for Adaoah's vulnerable mid section.
Speaker 1: His fists connected with a solid thud, driving into the
Speaker 1: thick muscle of Adinoa's torso. The older Sasquatch grunted but
Speaker 1: did not waver, countering with a swift, backhanded blow that
Speaker 1: sent Kaboda sprawling. Cabota rolled with a momentum, quickly scrambling
Speaker 1: back to his feet. His vision blurred for a moment,
Speaker 1: but he shook it off, focusing on Adino as he approached.
Speaker 1: Each footfall. Heavy and deliberate, Koboda's mind raced, his instincts
Speaker 1: kicking in as he searched for a weakness, a strategy
Speaker 1: he knew he couldn't match Adinoa's brute strength head on.
Speaker 1: He would have to rely on speed and precision. As
Speaker 1: Adamoah raised his massive arm to strike again, Kubota feigned
Speaker 1: a retreat, drawing the rogue in closer. Just as Adinoah swam,
Speaker 1: Cabota ducked low, lunging forward and wrapping his arms around
Speaker 1: the rogue's waist. He heaved with all of his might,
Speaker 1: throwing out a Noah off balance and sending him crashing
Speaker 1: to the ground. Cabota seized the moment, pinning Adanoah beneath
Speaker 1: him and delivering a rapid succession of blows to the
Speaker 1: rogues of rib cage. Atanoah roared in pain, thrashing beneath
Speaker 1: Caboda's grip, his claws raking across Caboda's side, leaving deep,
Speaker 1: bloody gashes. Caboda gritted his teeth, fighting through the pain
Speaker 1: as he tightened his hold, determined to keep Adanoah down,
Speaker 1: but Adaoah's strength was formidable. With a powerful twist, he
Speaker 1: managed to dislodge Caboda and roll free. Both scrambled to
Speaker 1: their feet, breathing hard, their bodies already bearing the marks
Speaker 1: of the brutal encounter. Cabota's side throbbed where Adinoah's claws
Speaker 1: had torn through the flesh, but he pushed the pain aside,
Speaker 1: focusing on the fight. Adanoah let out another enraged bellow,
Speaker 1: charging forward with a renewed fury, sidestepped, reaching out to
Speaker 1: grab Adanoah's arm and twist it behind him. Ada Noah howled,
Speaker 1: the joint popping as Caboda applied pressure, attempting to dislocate it,
Speaker 1: but the rogue was relentless, using his free arm to
Speaker 1: deliver a powerful punch to Caboda's jaw. Cabota stumbled back, dazed,
Speaker 1: his vision momentarily darkening. The world spun around him, and
Speaker 1: he shook his head, struggling to stay focused. When his
Speaker 1: vision cleared, Adanoah was looming over him, his eyes blazing
Speaker 1: with fury. Caboda barely had time to react before Adaoah's
Speaker 1: massive fist connected with his shoulders, sending him crashing to
Speaker 1: the ground. Paint shot through Caboda's body as he landed,
Speaker 1: his muscles screaming in protest, but he forced himself to
Speaker 1: his feet, unwilling to give up. He could feel his
Speaker 1: energy waning, but he knew he couldn't afford to show
Speaker 1: any weakness. Adam Noah would exploit it. Without hesitation. The
Speaker 1: two giants circled each other, both battered and bloodied, their
Speaker 1: breasthts coming and ragged gasps. Caboda noticed a slight hesitation
Speaker 1: in Adaoah's movements, a faint limp that suggested an injury
Speaker 1: to his leg. Caboda seized on the opportunity, fainting to
Speaker 1: his left before darting to the right, aiming a powerful
Speaker 1: kick at Adaoah's injured leg. The rogue staggered back, his
Speaker 1: balance momentarily disrupted. Cabota lunged forward, his claws raking across
Speaker 1: Adanoah's face, leaving deep bleeding scratches. Adaoah roared in pain,
Speaker 1: but Caboda didn't relent. Pressing his advantage, he lended a
Speaker 1: powerful punch to Adaoah's abdomen, driving the air from the
Speaker 1: rogue's lungs. Ataoah doubled over, gasping, and Cabota took the
Speaker 1: chance to grip his upon its arm, twisting it until
Speaker 1: he felt the bone giving way. With a sickening snap,
Speaker 1: adam Noah's agonized howl echoed through the forest, a sound
Speaker 1: of pure, raw pain. For a brief moment, Cabota thought
Speaker 1: the fight was over, that Adinoah would retreat, beaten and broken,
Speaker 1: but the rogue, fueled by desperation and fury, lashed out
Speaker 1: with his uninjured arm, his claws catching Caboda across the chest.
Speaker 1: Caboda staggered back, clutching the flesh wound, blood seeping between
Speaker 1: his fingers. He knew he was reaching his limit. His
Speaker 1: body was bruised and battered, his strength waning, but Caboda
Speaker 1: refused to give in. He stood tall, meeting Adinoa's gaze
Speaker 1: with an unwavering determination. He let out a low, guttural growl,
Speaker 1: a final warning, daring Adaoah to continue. The rogue hesitated,
Speaker 1: his body trembling with the effort to remain upright, blood
Speaker 1: dripping from his wounds, his fur matted and stained, his
Speaker 1: breast coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Finally, with a defeated snarl,
Speaker 1: Adanoah turned and limped away, his massive form retret reading
Speaker 1: into the shadows of the forest. Kibota watched him go,
Speaker 1: relief flooding over him as he realized the fight was
Speaker 1: truly over. The rogue silhouette disappeared into the gloom, his
Speaker 1: labored breathing faded into the distance until there was only silence.
Speaker 1: Kabuta stood there for a moment, his chest heaving, his
Speaker 1: body aching from the brutal encounter. He could feel the
Speaker 1: sting of his injuries, the blood trickling down his fur,
Speaker 1: but he was alive, and more importantly, his family was safe.
Speaker 1: With a final weary glance at the forest, Kabota turned
Speaker 1: and made his way back into the cave, his steps
Speaker 1: slow and heavy, each a reminder of the cost of
Speaker 1: the battle he had just won. As the roar of
Speaker 1: the battle faded, Kabodah staggered back into the cave, his
Speaker 1: broad shoulders heaving with every labored breath. He dropped to
Speaker 1: his knees, trying to slow his heart rate. Asha and
Speaker 1: Koda watched him, their eyes wide with concern. His thick
Speaker 1: fur was matted with streaks of dark blood, some of
Speaker 1: it his own, some of it Adanoah's. Caboda's right shoulder
Speaker 1: had taken a beating from Adinoah's crushing blows, and his
Speaker 1: left forearm bore deep gashes. Each step sent jolts of
Speaker 1: pain through his body, but his gaze softened as he
Speaker 1: saw Asha and Coda his family safe. That was all
Speaker 1: that mattered. Asha took a tentative step forward, her hand
Speaker 1: reaching out to touch the deep scratch that ran along
Speaker 1: his rib cage. You're hurt, she whispered. Caboda grunted in response,
Speaker 1: nodding slowly. It'll heal in time, he murmured, But he
Speaker 1: knew that the bruising and torn flesh would take days, weeks,
Speaker 1: or maybe months to fully mend. For now, he just
Speaker 1: wanted to rest. He needed to be at his best
Speaker 1: if Adonoah returned, though something in him doubted that the
Speaker 1: old rogue would dare to. In the days and weeks
Speaker 1: that followed, Kaboda spent most of his time recovering in
Speaker 1: the cave, his wounds slowly scabbing over as he regained
Speaker 1: his strength. Asha stayed close, tending to him and Coda,
Speaker 1: and occasionally leaving the cave to search for berries, fish,
Speaker 1: and edible roots. Kaboda knew that they would eventually need
Speaker 1: to hunt for larger prey, but for now, he was
Speaker 1: grateful to have Asha at his side. One evening, Kboda
Speaker 1: carefully stretched out his stiff limbs. The scabs had tightened
Speaker 1: over his wounds, tugging at his skin, but the pain
Speaker 1: was becoming bearable. He felt they urged to leave the
Speaker 1: cave to move again, even if only to test his strength.
Speaker 1: He looked at Asha, who sensed his restlessness, and she
Speaker 1: gave him a slight nod, as if to say, I'm
Speaker 1: with you. We'll go together, he said, his voice softened
Speaker 1: with gratitude. The three of us. Asha smiled and gently
Speaker 1: lifted Coda on to her back. The little one clung
Speaker 1: to her fur, his tiny hands gripping with surprising length
Speaker 1: as he nestled in between her shoulder blades. They set
Speaker 1: off into the forest, Kaboda moving cautiously, not wanting to
Speaker 1: overextend himself, while Osha stayed close, occasionally glancing over his
Speaker 1: shoulder to ensure Koboda was still keeping up. As they
Speaker 1: ventured deeper into the forest, Koboda scanned the surroundings, mentally
Speaker 1: marking signs of animal trails, listening for any distant noises
Speaker 1: that might betray the presence of deer. The quiet rustling
Speaker 1: of the leaves an occasional bird song calmed him, grounding
Speaker 1: him after the chaos of the recent fight. The scent
Speaker 1: of deer eventually reached his nostrils, and he motioned for
Speaker 1: Asha to follow as he led them through a small
Speaker 1: clearing where he had noticed deer tracks before. Kaboda and
Speaker 1: Asha worked together setting up a simple trap that used
Speaker 1: the natural layout of the forest. They found a narrow
Speaker 1: area bordered by a fallen log and thick underbrush, perfect
Speaker 1: for funneling any passing deer into a confined space. Kaboda
Speaker 1: then circled wide around the clearing, using his presence to
Speaker 1: subtly drive the deer towards Asha. She moved stealthily, positioning
Speaker 1: herself along the makeshift trap's edge. The plan worked, and
Speaker 1: soon a small deer trotted into the confined space, startled
Speaker 1: by the sudden presence of the massive creatures. Kabodah lunged forward,
Speaker 1: his powerful arms encircling the deer's neck, and in one
Speaker 1: swift motion, he twisted, breaking the deer's neck quickly to
Speaker 1: minimize its suffering. It was a clean catch and the
Speaker 1: family would eat well.
Speaker 2: That night.
Speaker 1: They hauled their prize back to the cave Coda, babbling
Speaker 1: in delight at the feast. Asha looked at Koboda, her
Speaker 1: eyes filled with pride. You're healing well, she said, softly,
Speaker 1: and still strong as ever. Kaboda chuckled, though he winced
Speaker 1: as he laughed with you and Koda here, I have
Speaker 1: no choice but to be strong. Days passed and the
Speaker 1: forest returned to its familiar rhythm. The wounds on Koboda's
Speaker 1: body continued to heal, and the knights felt peaceful once more.
Speaker 1: He could hear the faint cries of adinoa in the
Speaker 1: distance less frequently now, a reminder that the old sasquatch
Speaker 1: was still somewhere out there, though he posed no immediate
Speaker 1: threat life, it seemed was returning to normal, or as
Speaker 1: close to it as possible in the wild forest. But
Speaker 1: one morning, Cabodah picked up a scent that made his
Speaker 1: muscles tints. It was faint, but unmistakable, the smell of humans.
Speaker 1: He gestured to Asha, who, sensing his unease, instinctively quieted Coda.
Speaker 1: Together they crept to the edge of the forest, where
Speaker 1: they could see the faint shadows moving between the trees
Speaker 1: and the distance. It was of the usual logging crew
Speaker 1: that had disturbed them in the past. These humans were
Speaker 1: moving differently, more deliberately, and without the usual machinery. A distant,
Speaker 1: rhythmic thudding echoed through the trees. Kabodah's eyes eyes narrowed
Speaker 1: as he tried to make sense of the strange noise.
Speaker 1: The humans seemed to be hitting trees with some sort
Speaker 1: of club, mimicking the mouth pops that he and other
Speaker 1: sasquatch used as a means of communication and territory marking.
Speaker 1: The sound was clumsy and far from perfect, but it
Speaker 1: was close enough to set Koboda's nerves on edge. These
Speaker 1: humans they're looking for us, Asha whispered, her voice barely audible.
Speaker 1: Koboda nodded grimly, signaling for her to stay low. He
Speaker 1: couldn't understand why these humans would be trying to imitate
Speaker 1: their sounds unless they had a purpose. A creeping sense
Speaker 1: of dread settled over him. If they had come looking
Speaker 1: for sasquatch specifically, it meant that they might know more
Speaker 1: than Koboda had thought possible, and it could mean trouble
Speaker 1: for him and his family. They retreated back into their cave,
Speaker 1: laying low and watching from a safe distance as the
Speaker 1: humans moved deeper into the forest. For hours, the rhythmic
Speaker 1: knocking continued, each sound reverberating through the trees. Occasionally Kaboda
Speaker 1: could hear faint voices amongst the humans, though he couldn't
Speaker 1: understand their words. They were cautious, checking behind trees and
Speaker 1: looking at the grounds, as if they were tracking something.
Speaker 1: Days passed, and though the humans retreated at daybreak, they
Speaker 1: returned each night, systematically moving through the different sections of
Speaker 1: the forest, their calls and noises filling the air. Kabodah's
Speaker 1: patience grew thin, but he knew better than to act rashly.
Speaker 1: One wrong move and he could reveal their presence. Asha,
Speaker 1: the every quiet observer began to collect leaves and branches,
Speaker 1: suddenly disguising the entrance of their cave with natural foliage.
Speaker 1: Kaboda helped layering moss and twigs, working together in silence
Speaker 1: to ensure that their home remained hidden. As the days
Speaker 1: went by, they felt more concealed, though the presence of
Speaker 1: the humans was still a constant way. Coda, though still young,
Speaker 1: seemed to understand the need for silence, mimicking his parents
Speaker 1: as they stayed close and quiet. Kabodah's heart swelled with
Speaker 1: pride at his son's adaptability, but he worried about what
Speaker 1: these humans might bring if they ever stumbled upon their
Speaker 1: hidden family and stay tuned for more Sasquatch ot to see,
Speaker 1: We'll be right back. After these messages, one evening, as
Speaker 1: the humans packed up their gear to leave for the day,
Speaker 1: Kaboda noticed a small group that lingered longer than the others.
Speaker 1: These few seemed particularly intent shining flashlights into the trees
Speaker 1: and leaving marks on the ground. They were placing markers
Speaker 1: bright orange ribbons tied around branches, leaving a clear path
Speaker 1: back to their camp. It was if they intended to
Speaker 1: return to that very spot, maybe to investigate further, or worse,
Speaker 1: set a trap. Kaboda knew that they couldn't stay hidden forever.
Speaker 1: He would need to keep his family safe, and that
Speaker 1: might mean finding a new hiding place at least until
Speaker 1: the humans left for good. But moving now with Asha
Speaker 1: and young Koda would be risky. For now they would
Speaker 1: have to remain vigilant, their senses attuned to every sound,
Speaker 1: every scent, and every movement in the forest. Though the
Speaker 1: human's presence wait on them, Kuboda and Asha resolved to
Speaker 1: stay close to the cave, only venturing out at dawn
Speaker 1: and dusk to hunt and gather, always careful to avoid
Speaker 1: leaving any traces of their existence. Their life had changed,
Speaker 1: but together they would adapt as they always had. The
Speaker 1: months passed with the silent tension of a family bound
Speaker 1: together get wary of the shadows that lingered at the
Speaker 1: edges of their world. Kiboda and Asha knew that it
Speaker 1: was only a matter of time before Adaoah might return,
Speaker 1: or worse, that the humans would come back, more determined
Speaker 1: and organized than before. They had sheltered, healed, and hunted quietly,
Speaker 1: always vigilant, but a gnawing sense of vulnerability persisted. Koboda
Speaker 1: felt it deep in his bones, the uneasy knowledge that
Speaker 1: the threats to their family were only growing. For days,
Speaker 1: the two of them had talked late into the night,
Speaker 1: huddled together in the quiet security of their cave, discussing
Speaker 1: their options. They could stay, risking an eventual confrontation without
Speaker 1: a Noah or human encroachment, or they could venture out,
Speaker 1: joining a clan they had only seen a few times
Speaker 1: over the years, but they knew well enough to trust. Ultimately,
Speaker 1: they came to the shared understanding. For Koda's safety and
Speaker 1: their own peace, they would need the strength and numbers
Speaker 1: that a larger family could offer. It wasn't long before
Speaker 1: Caboda and Asha decided to reach out to this nearby clan.
Speaker 1: This other group, which they had often seen traveling the
Speaker 1: edges of their territory, was likely fordging farther north in
Speaker 1: the Olympic Peninsula, near the densely wooded hills and hidden
Speaker 1: valleys that had always provided ample cover and food sources.
Speaker 1: This clan, the Hoe Clan, as they referred to themselves,
Speaker 1: was known for their resilience and cohesion, a bonded family
Speaker 1: that had long adapted to the life in the lush
Speaker 1: forest of the peninsula. The Hoe Clan was led by
Speaker 1: two older Sasquatch, Omaki and Tran, who had guided their
Speaker 1: family through many seasons of upheaval and adaptation. The rest
Speaker 1: of the Hoe clan was made up of younger Sasquatches,
Speaker 1: Terran's two grown sons, Eric and Varro, and three juveniles,
Speaker 1: siblings who had come to live with the Hoe clan
Speaker 1: after their own parents were lost to illness. The young ones,
Speaker 1: barely old enough to roam far on their own, were
Speaker 1: named Mika, Rayla, and Paka. Together they formed a tight
Speaker 1: net group that rarely ventured beyond the protection of the
Speaker 1: elder payer. It was late one hour afternoon when Koboda
Speaker 1: and Asha decided to make their journey to the area
Speaker 1: where they suspected the whole clan might be foraging. They
Speaker 1: moved with care, carrying Codo on Asha's back, each step purposeful, quiet,
Speaker 1: conscious that they were approaching the clan's territory and they
Speaker 1: needed to be respectful. The forest was dense, the underbrush
Speaker 1: soft and thick beneath their feet, muffling their steps. Birds
Speaker 1: flitted above darting between branches and the canopy cast dappling
Speaker 1: light across the forest floor. It was a calming contrast
Speaker 1: to the days of tension they had endured. As they
Speaker 1: neared the boundary where they had last seen traces of
Speaker 1: the Woe clan, Koboda paused, signaling to Asha. He let
Speaker 1: out a low, steady rumble, a vocalization that signaled a
Speaker 1: peaceful approach, one meant to communicate that they came in friendship.
Speaker 1: They waited, the forest silent except for the rustling leaves,
Speaker 1: until finally the shadowed figure emerged from behind a towering
Speaker 1: cedar tree. It was a Maaki, the clan matriarch, her tall,
Speaker 1: weathered frame moving with an easy grace that belied her years.
Speaker 1: Her fur was a mix of deep brown and silver,
Speaker 1: the markings around her face and chest tinged with the
Speaker 1: gray that comes with age. She surveyed Koboda and Asha
Speaker 1: with a calm but discerning gaze, assessing their intent and
Speaker 1: the way that only an experienced elder could greeting's Koboda Asha.
Speaker 1: Amaki's voice was low, nearly a whisper, carrying an unmistakable
Speaker 1: tone of curiosity. We've seen you before at a distance,
Speaker 1: but now you come closer. Kaboda stepped forward, respectfully, lowering
Speaker 1: his gaze as a sign of deference. We seek your counsel, Omaki,
Speaker 1: he replied his voice. Sincere our family is small, and
Speaker 1: these times are growing uncertain. We face dangers both from
Speaker 1: human and from others of our kind. We hoped that
Speaker 1: perhaps we could discuss joining your clan for the safety
Speaker 1: of all. Omaki studied them for a long moment before
Speaker 1: gesturing for them to follow. Come, we will speak to
Speaker 1: Tarran and the others. They followed the Machi through the
Speaker 1: underbrush to the secluded hollow surrounded by towering ferns and
Speaker 1: fallen logs, where the rest of the Hoe clan was gathered. Terran,
Speaker 1: the clan's patriarch, stood up as they approached. He was
Speaker 1: a formidable presence, taller than Omachi, with thick auburn fur
Speaker 1: and a piercing gaze that spoke of life shaped by
Speaker 1: the wild. Though his movements were slower than they once
Speaker 1: had been, the strength in his stance was unmistakable. Beside
Speaker 1: Terran stood his two sons, Eric and Varro. Both had
Speaker 1: inherited their father's build and presence, though they each carried
Speaker 1: themselves in distinct ways. Eric was the elder of the two,
Speaker 1: odd shouldered, contemplative Sasquatch with a keen eye for observation.
Speaker 1: He rarely spoke, referring to let his actions communicate for him. Varro,
Speaker 1: the younger sibling, was leaner, quicker, and known for his curiosity.
Speaker 1: His gaze was sharp and constantly shifting, as if he
Speaker 1: were cataloging every detail of the world around him. At
Speaker 1: the edges of the hollow, the three juveniles, Micah, Rayla,
Speaker 1: and Paka watched Kiboda and Asha with wide eyed curiosity. Micah,
Speaker 1: the older of the trio, had a protective air about her,
Speaker 1: watching over her younger siblings with a maturity that belied
Speaker 1: her age. Rayla, the middle child, was more timid, hiding
Speaker 1: partially behind her sister, while Paka, the youngest, couldn't resist
Speaker 1: inching forward, his small form quivering with barely contained excitement.
Speaker 1: After Kiboda and Asha had explained their circumstances, Tarren nodded thoughtfully.
Speaker 1: The forest has changed since we were young, he said,
Speaker 1: his voice a deep rumble. Humans pressed further into the
Speaker 1: woods each year, and we've encountered others like Adinoah desperate
Speaker 1: and dangerous. Omaki looked at Asha, her gaze softening. We
Speaker 1: know the need to protect the young, she said, gently,
Speaker 1: nodding towards Coda, who was peeking over Asha's shoulder with
Speaker 1: a curious expression. Kabota met Terran's gaze. We only ask
Speaker 1: for safety, he said. We would do whatever is necessary
Speaker 1: to contribute. We bring our skills, and we are willing
Speaker 1: to defend the clan as fiercely as our own family. Eric,
Speaker 1: who had remained silent throughout, spoke up. His deep voice measured,
Speaker 1: we could benefit from extra eyes and hands. He acknowledged.
Speaker 1: Ad In Noah is a familiar name to us. He
Speaker 1: was once part of a distant clan to the south,
Speaker 1: but his temper and aggression drove him into exile. I
Speaker 1: do not doubt he will return one day, Vara. Every
Speaker 1: observant nodded, and the humans they seemed to learn more
Speaker 1: each season. They have grown bolder, finding ways to mimic
Speaker 1: our sounds, leaving marks and places we once considered safe.
Speaker 1: His voice trailed off, and he glanced towards the forest,
Speaker 1: as if expecting to see a human emerge from the shadows.
Speaker 1: The clan conferred amongst themselves, and after a brief discussion,
Speaker 1: Omaki turned back to Koboda and Asha, you may join us,
Speaker 1: she said with a soft smile, But know that our
Speaker 1: way is one of unity and shared responsibility. We protect
Speaker 1: each other and we look out for each other's young
Speaker 1: Kabodah felt a surge of relief and gratitude. Thank you,
Speaker 1: he said earnestly, nodding to each member of the Hoe clan.
Speaker 1: He could see the warmth in Asha's expression as well,
Speaker 1: and Coda, sensing the change in the atmosphere, let out
Speaker 1: a happy coup. Over the next few days, Koboda and
Speaker 1: Asha settled into their new roles within the whole clan,
Speaker 1: learning the rhythms of the larger family and contributing wherever
Speaker 1: they could. Kiboda took on patrol duties with Eric and Varro,
Speaker 1: scouting the borders of the clan's territory and marking areas
Speaker 1: to ward off any intruders. Asha meanwhile, helped out Omachi
Speaker 1: and the juveniles with foraging, sharing her knowledge of hidden
Speaker 1: food sources and teaching the young ones how they could
Speaker 1: recognize the subtle signs of safe trails and hiding places.
Speaker 1: It didn't take long for the bonds within the new
Speaker 1: klan to solidify. Kaboda quickly found respect for Eric's wisdom
Speaker 1: and insight, admiring his quiet strength and calm demeanor. Eric
Speaker 1: was known among the whole clan as a skilled tracker
Speaker 1: and often led the family on foraging trips, using his
Speaker 1: keen senses to locate food and steer the clan clear
Speaker 1: of danger. Varro was a sharp contrast to Eric's steady nature,
Speaker 1: Restless and always curious, he was often the first to
Speaker 1: know what has changes in their surroundings. Varro had a
Speaker 1: knack for spotting trails and following even the faintest trails
Speaker 1: of an animal or human, a skill he had honed
Speaker 1: since he was young. Though he was cautious and responsible
Speaker 1: when needed, he often found himself drawn to the edges
Speaker 1: of the clan's territory, exploring the unknown. The juveniles, Micah, Rayla,
Speaker 1: and Paka grew quickly attached to Coda, who was fascinated
Speaker 1: by the trio's energy and playfulness. Micah, with her natural
Speaker 1: sense of responsibility, often led games, organizing them into quiet
Speaker 1: activities that kept them out of trouble. She had been
Speaker 1: orphaned young, taken in by the whole clan when Terin
Speaker 1: and Omachi had discovered her and her siblings wandering alone.
Speaker 1: Micah carried the weight of their past, and it showed
Speaker 1: in her maturity and protectiveness. Raila, on the other hand,
Speaker 1: was quiet and observant, always clinging to her older sister,
Speaker 1: but with a gaze that seemed to see deeper than
Speaker 1: others realized she was and sip for hours, watching the
Speaker 1: forest with quiet intensity, noticing things that even the adults
Speaker 1: sometimes missed. Paca, the youngest, was a bundle of energy,
Speaker 1: bounding around and often getting into harmless mischief. He looked
Speaker 1: up to Coda, delighted by the chance to have someone
Speaker 1: even younger than himself to teach and protect, even if
Speaker 1: he was only slightly older. As seasons passed, Coda grew
Speaker 1: from a small, curious child into a lively young sasquatch,
Speaker 1: comfortable at home within the whole clan. Each day brought
Speaker 1: new lessons, new adventures, and most importantly, new bonds. Surrounded
Speaker 1: by the protective presence of the clan, Coda felt a
Speaker 1: sense of belonging that only strengthened as he grew closer
Speaker 1: to his younger companions, Micah, Rala and Paca and from
Speaker 1: his new mentors, Eric and Varro. Micah had a natural
Speaker 1: inclination to lead, and Coda often fell into step behind
Speaker 1: her as they roamed the forest and search of berries,
Speaker 1: exploring the trees and simply sharing stories. Micah had a
Speaker 1: knack for knowing the forests, hidden paths and shortcuts, often
Speaker 1: leading the others along winding trails and through narrow thickets
Speaker 1: that only the young could navigate. She carried herself with
Speaker 1: a quiet dignity, her movements careful and deliberate, and the
Speaker 1: younger ones, especially Rayla and Paka, followed her lead. One
Speaker 1: warm morning, the four youngsters decided to explore the edge
Speaker 1: of the clan's territory, where they had spotted clusters of
Speaker 1: sweet huckleberries ripening under the spring sun. Micah led the way,
Speaker 1: her nose twitching as she sniffed the air, catching the
Speaker 1: faint aroma of the berries in the distance. Coda and
Speaker 1: Paka trailed behind, while Rayla hung back, her gaze sweeping
Speaker 1: their surroundings with a wariness of someone who never let
Speaker 1: her guard down. Coda, did you know that if you
Speaker 1: eat a handful of these berries, you won't be hungry
Speaker 1: until sunset? Micah asked, plucking a handful of the huckleberries
Speaker 1: and popping them into her mouth with a mischievous grin.
Speaker 1: Coda chuckled, knowing full well Mike's playful exaggeration. Still, he
Speaker 1: relished every berry, savoring the tangy sweetness as they burst
Speaker 1: in his mouth. Paka, with his boundless energy, darted from
Speaker 1: bush to bush, gathering as many as he could in
Speaker 1: his hands, offering them to Raylaw, who quietly accepted them.
Speaker 1: Her gaze still sweeping the forest, look, Coda said, suddenly,
Speaker 1: pointing to a massive fallen log not far from their path.
Speaker 1: The log had splintered in places, creating small hollows that
Speaker 1: were the ideal hiding spots for critters. He approached it carefully,
Speaker 1: aware of the potential dangers, but intrigued by the possibility
Speaker 1: of finding something interesting. Paka scrambled over to him, eyes
Speaker 1: wide with excitement. Think there's anything inside, Micah nodded, solemnly,
Speaker 1: feinting the wisdom of an elder. The trick is to
Speaker 1: move you slowly and listened carefully. She advised, a glint
Speaker 1: of mischief in her eyes, otherwise you might end up
Speaker 1: with a face full of porcupine quills. Coda, emboldened by
Speaker 1: Micah's guidance, leaned close, listening carefully for any signs of
Speaker 1: life inside the log. He heard the faint rustling of
Speaker 1: leaves and caught a flash of movement, a small chipmunk
Speaker 1: darting out and scurrying away, chittering in alarm. The youngsters laughed,
Speaker 1: relieved that it wasn't something more dangerous. See, Micah teased, laughing,
Speaker 1: you scared it right out of its home. Their laughter
Speaker 1: echoed through the trees, mingling with the birds song. These
Speaker 1: carefree moments in the company of his friends filled Coda
Speaker 1: with a deep sense of happiness. They might live in
Speaker 1: a wild and unpredictable world, but with Micah, Rayla and
Speaker 1: Pokabaya's side, he felt safe and in a way invincible.
Speaker 1: As Coda grew older, his life began to shift from
Speaker 1: the carefree exploration of childhood to the responsibilities that came
Speaker 1: with maturity. Eric and Varro took a keen interest in
Speaker 1: teaching Code of the skills that he would need to
Speaker 1: thrive in the forest. Coda admired both of them deeply.
Speaker 1: Eric's calm, steadfast presence and Varro's quick witted adaptability. Gave
Speaker 1: Coda two contrasting role models, each with valuable lessons to impart.
Speaker 1: One misty morning, Eric led Coda to a section of
Speaker 1: the forest, thick with ferns and tall pines. He crouched down,
Speaker 1: his keen eyes scanning the ground, before motioning for Coda
Speaker 1: to follow suit. Look here, Eric said, pointing to a
Speaker 1: faint track in the soil. What do you see. Coda
Speaker 1: examined the ground, his brow furrowing as he studied the print.
Speaker 1: It was a delicate track, almost indistinguishable in the loose soil,
Speaker 1: but the faint marks of the claw tips were visible.
Speaker 1: Raccoon Coda guest, his tone hesitant, Eric nodded a pro
Speaker 1: provingly good. And see how the soil is only slightly disturbed.
Speaker 1: It's a sign that this track is fresh, made just
Speaker 1: before dawn. He gave Coda a small smile. Remember, each
Speaker 1: track tells you a story. The more you understand it,
Speaker 1: the more you'll know about what moves through this forest.
Speaker 1: Coda took these words to heart, and for the rest
Speaker 1: of the morning he followed Eric around, observing and learning
Speaker 1: the subtle language of the forest floor. Every print and
Speaker 1: bent blade of grass held clues to the world around him.
Speaker 1: He felt a surge of pride with each small success,
Speaker 1: every correct guess, growing more confident in his ability to
Speaker 1: read the land. Another day, Varro took Coda out to
Speaker 1: the river, where they watched fish darting beneath the surface.
Speaker 1: Varro pointed to a spot where the water was deeper,
Speaker 1: swirling in slow circles. That's where you'll find the biggest fish,
Speaker 1: he explained. They waited in the shadows, avoiding the stronger currents.
Speaker 1: He reached down his hand poised above the water, waiting patiently,
Speaker 1: before darting in to scoop up a shimmering fish with
Speaker 1: a practice motion. Coda's attempts were clumsier, but Varro's patience
Speaker 1: and encouragement kept him trying. It's about timing, Coda, he said,
Speaker 1: with a grin. Fill the water since where the fish is,
Speaker 1: and move when you fill the movement. After several tries,
Speaker 1: Coda managed to catch a fish, and Varro laughed in approval,
Speaker 1: clapping him on the back of the shoulder. On an
Speaker 1: early summer morning, Eric and Varro invited Coda on a
Speaker 1: foraging trip that would take them near the river. Coda
Speaker 1: was excited about the opportunity, and eager to show what
Speaker 1: he had learned and take on more responsibility. They moved
Speaker 1: through the forest with a quiet ease, communicating through hand
Speaker 1: signals and low vocalizations as they foraged for the wild
Speaker 1: roots and edible greens. The air was fresh, filled with
Speaker 1: the earthy scents of moss and pine, and the murmur
Speaker 1: of the river grew louder as they approached the water's edge.
Speaker 1: As they neared a bend in the river, Eric suddenly
Speaker 1: held up his hand, signaling for silence. Coda froze. His
Speaker 1: heart was pounding as he followed Eric's gaze. On the
Speaker 1: opposite bank, partially obscured by the underbrush, stood a human,
Speaker 1: a fisherman, casting his line into the river with a steady,
Speaker 1: practiced motion. The man was tall, and he wore a
Speaker 1: camouflaged jacket, blending into the surroundings with unsettling effectiveness. Coda
Speaker 1: felt his chest tighten. Though he had seen humans from
Speaker 1: a distance before, he had never been so close to
Speaker 1: one of them, and the sight filled him with an
Speaker 1: instinctive fear. He looked to Eric and Varro and both
Speaker 1: stood still, their postures tense and alert. Stay close to
Speaker 1: the trees, Varro whispered, his voice barely audible. Will move slowly,
Speaker 1: staying out of his line of sight. Codin nodded, his movements,
Speaker 1: careful and deliberate as he stepped back, eyes never leaving
Speaker 1: the figure on the other side of the river. They
Speaker 1: skirted along the edge of the trees, moving with a
Speaker 1: stealth that only the years of practice could provide. But
Speaker 1: just as they were about to reach the cover of
Speaker 1: denser foliage, a sharp snap echoed through the air. Coda
Speaker 1: had accidentally stepped on a dry twig. The sound was faint,
Speaker 1: but it was enough. The fisherman looked up, his eyes
Speaker 1: narrowing and scanning the opposite bank. Coda's heart raced, and
Speaker 1: he instinctively crouched low, pressing himself against the trunk of
Speaker 1: a tree. He held his breath and every muscle in
Speaker 1: his body tensed as he waited, hoping the man didn't
Speaker 1: see him, But the fisherman's gaze lingered, his expression puzzled.
Speaker 1: As he took a few cautious steps closer to the
Speaker 1: river bank. Coda's pulse thundered in his ears, and he
Speaker 1: could feel the adrenaline coursing through him. Eric signaled to
Speaker 1: him pointing upward, and Koda understood immediately without hesitation, he
Speaker 1: began to climb, his strong hands gripping the rough bark
Speaker 1: as he ascended into the branches, finding cover amongst the
Speaker 1: thick foliage. From his vantage point, Coda watched as the
Speaker 1: fisherman continued to search the opposite bank, his eyes scanning
Speaker 1: the trees where they had been standing moments before. Eric
Speaker 1: and Varro remained motionless below, blending into the shadows, their
Speaker 1: figures barely visible against the forest floor. After a few
Speaker 1: tense moments, the fisherman seemed to lose interest. He shrugged,
Speaker 1: muttering to himself as he turned back to his fishing rod.
Speaker 1: Coda waited until the man's attention was fully back on
Speaker 1: the river before he began his descent, moving carefully and
Speaker 1: silently until he was back on the ground. Eric gave
Speaker 1: him an approving nod, and Varro clapped him on the back,
Speaker 1: a silent gesture of pride. That continued moving, keeping a
Speaker 1: safe distance from the river until they were far out
Speaker 1: of the fisherman's sight. Only then did they allow themselves
Speaker 1: to relax, sharing a glance of mutual relief that was
Speaker 1: well done. Coda Varro said quietly, quick thinking, and you
Speaker 1: moved fast. Coda managed a small smile, though his heart
Speaker 1: was still racing. I didn't want him to see us.
Speaker 1: Eric placed a reassuring hand on Coda's shoulder. You did
Speaker 1: the right thing out here. You have to trust your instincts,
Speaker 1: and today they served you well. That evening, when they
Speaker 1: returned to the Klan's home base, Coda was eager to
Speaker 1: share their encounter with the elders. Koboda, Asha, Omaki, and
Speaker 1: Tarin listened intently as Coda recounted his story, his eyes
Speaker 1: shining with both pride and a lingering thrill of the
Speaker 1: close call. You handled yourself well, Coda, Koboda said, his
Speaker 1: tone filled with pride. It's not every day that you
Speaker 1: come face to face with the human and managed to
Speaker 1: stay hidden. Osha smiled, reaching out to ruffle Coda's fur affectionately.
Speaker 1: You're growing up quickly, learning to be cautious and wise
Speaker 1: in these woods. We're proud of you. Omaki, her gaze,
Speaker 1: warm but thoughtful, added, it's encounters like these that remind
Speaker 1: us to stay vigilant. Humans grow bolder every year, venturing
Speaker 1: deeper into our territory. We must be ready for anything.
Speaker 1: Tarren nodded, his expression, grave. The forest is changing, and
Speaker 1: so must we. But with each new generation we gain strength. Coda,
Speaker 1: you are part of that strength. Now, Coda beamed, his
Speaker 1: chest swelling with pride. The encounter with the fisherman had
Speaker 1: been a test of his courage, and though he was
Speaker 1: still young, he felt the first stirrings of what it
Speaker 1: meant to be a protector of his clan. Just like
Speaker 1: his father and the elders before him. He knew that
Speaker 1: he had much to learn, but with his new family
Speaker 1: and his new clan by his side, he was ready
Speaker 1: for whatever the forest might bring. Koda's world was an
Speaker 1: ever expanding canvas of colors, sounds, and sensations, and now,
Speaker 1: as he neared his first year, he found himself reflecting
Speaker 1: on all he had learned. It was a strange feeling,
Speaker 1: this understanding of time, of moments passing, and experiences gathering
Speaker 1: within him like treasures. Just a year ago, he had
Speaker 1: been so small, a fragile creature, clinging to his mother's fur,
Speaker 1: relying on her strength and guidance. But now he felt
Speaker 1: his own strength blooming, his mind sharpening as he learned
Speaker 1: to navigate the forest and the life that he shared
Speaker 1: with the Hoe clan. This year had been one of discovery.
Speaker 1: Each member of the clan had taught him something unique,
Speaker 1: something vital, and it was these memories that wove together
Speaker 1: to form the fabric of his young life. Omaki, the
Speaker 1: clan's matriarch, held a special place in Coda's heart. She
Speaker 1: was a quiet, observant figure. Her wisdom rooted in the
Speaker 1: countless seasons that she had witnessed. Coda learned early on
Speaker 1: that Omachi's ways of teaching was subtle, almost hidden. She
Speaker 1: rarely instructed directly. Instead, she would tell stories, painting images
Speaker 1: of the past events and creatures of the forest. In
Speaker 1: those stories lay the lessons Coda would come to understand
Speaker 1: only with time. When chilly morning, as the mist curled
Speaker 1: around the trees, Coda sat with Omaki on a moss
Speaker 1: covered log. She was speaking of the seasons, her words
Speaker 1: a gentle reminder that everything in the forest had its
Speaker 1: time and place. Coda listened intently, mesmerized by her soft,
Speaker 1: rhythmic voice. Do you know why the leaves fall? She asked,
Speaker 1: her gaze drifting to the towering maples, whose leaves had
Speaker 1: turned to a vibrant red and gold Coda shook his head,
Speaker 1: eager to hear the answer and stay tuned for more
Speaker 1: sasquatchyatta see, We'll be right back. After these messages, they
Speaker 1: fall to make way for new life, Omaki explained. When
Speaker 1: they reached the forest floor, they become part of the soil,
Speaker 1: nourishing the roots of the trees they once adorned, and
Speaker 1: so each season is not an end, but a beginning.
Speaker 1: Coda nodded, understanding that Omachi's lesson was not only about
Speaker 1: the leaves. She was teaching him about change, about accepting
Speaker 1: the cycles of life in the forest. He carried this
Speaker 1: knowledge with him into the months that followed, noticing the
Speaker 1: changes in the world around him with new eyes. Omaki's
Speaker 1: wisdom had also taught him patience, a skill he struggled
Speaker 1: with but he knew that he needed. He learned to
Speaker 1: sit quietly, to listen to the forest, to feel the
Speaker 1: subtle shifts in the wind, and wait for the right
Speaker 1: moment before acting. Omaki had shown him that the forest
Speaker 1: would reveal its secrets only to those who were willing
Speaker 1: to listen. His father, Koboda was his hero, a figure
Speaker 1: of strength and courage who had protected him and his
Speaker 1: mother since his earliest memories. Kaboda's lessons were different from Omachi's.
Speaker 1: They were more direct, rooted in action and survival. Kaboda
Speaker 1: had taught him about the power of his own body,
Speaker 1: about the instincts that flowed through him, connecting him to
Speaker 1: the generations of Sasquatch who had walked these forests before him.
Speaker 1: Koda could still remember the first time that Kboda had
Speaker 1: shown him how to mark their territory. It was a
Speaker 1: rite of passage, a way to announce their presence in
Speaker 1: the forest to any creatures that might wander into the domain.
Speaker 1: Caboda had guided him through the process, showing him how
Speaker 1: to scratch the bark of the trees and leaf scent
Speaker 1: markings along their borders. These marks tell others who you are,
Speaker 1: Koboda had explained, his tone serious. They let intruders know
Speaker 1: that this land is protected, that we are here to
Speaker 1: defend it. Cooda had felt a surge of pride as
Speaker 1: he made his first mark, watching his father nod in approval.
Speaker 1: He understood that his family's safety depended on their strength
Speaker 1: and unity. Kuboda had instilled a sense of responsibility and
Speaker 1: a duty to protect the clan in the territory they
Speaker 1: called home. But Kaboda's lessons weren't all serious. He had
Speaker 1: a playful side too, one that Coda treasured. There were
Speaker 1: moments when they would wrestle in the clearing, Kabodah showing
Speaker 1: him moves and letting him practice holds and takedowns. Through
Speaker 1: these playful sessions, Coda learned agility and balance, and the
Speaker 1: importance of reading and opponent's movements and anticipating their actions.
Speaker 1: As he grew stronger, Coda found himself dreaming of the
Speaker 1: day that he might stand beside his father as a
Speaker 1: protector of the clan. It was a dream that motivated him,
Speaker 1: fueling his desire to grow and learn. Varro was a
Speaker 1: constant source of adventure and excitement. His curiosity knew no bounds,
Speaker 1: and he had a knack for discovering hidden trails, secret nooks,
Speaker 1: and fascinating sights within the forest. Varro's world was one
Speaker 1: of discovery, and he often invited Coda along, teaching him
Speaker 1: to see the forest through curious and daring eyes. One afternoon,
Speaker 1: Varro had taken Coda down to a small waterfall hidden
Speaker 1: deep within the Klan's territory. The waterfall cascaded down into
Speaker 1: a sparkling pool, its waters clear and cool. Varro grinned
Speaker 1: at Coda's awestruck expression, taking the opportunity to impart a
Speaker 1: lesson about courage. Sometimes the best things are found in
Speaker 1: places that seem hidden, are even dangerous, Varro said, his
Speaker 1: eyes twinkling. You have to be brave enough to seek
Speaker 1: them out. Coda took these words to heart, learning to
Speaker 1: approach the world with a sense of wonder and willingness
Speaker 1: to explore. Varro encouraged him to ask questions, to test
Speaker 1: the limits, and to embrace the unknown. Together they would
Speaker 1: track small animals, follow a winding trails, and even ventured
Speaker 1: to the edge of the river, where the currents flowed
Speaker 1: fast and strong. Varro also taught him the importance of adaptability,
Speaker 1: of being able to respond to the forest's unpredictability. There
Speaker 1: was one afternoon that Coda would never forget. They had
Speaker 1: been exploring a stretch of forest that they hadn't visited before.
Speaker 1: When they stumbled across some fresh bear tracks. Varro had
Speaker 1: immediately signaled for silence, his posture shifting as he listened
Speaker 1: to the forest. Listen Coda, Varro whispered, his voice barely audible.
Speaker 1: Every creature has its place, but we must respect its place.
Speaker 1: When you feel the presence like this, you need to
Speaker 1: trust your instincts. They will guide you to safety. Coda
Speaker 1: felt a shiver of fear, but he trusted Varro following
Speaker 1: him as he quietly retreated. He learned then that courage
Speaker 1: wasn't about ignoring fear, but about understanding it and how
Speaker 1: to use it to navigate the wild world around him.
Speaker 1: Eric was a master tracker and a source of steady
Speaker 1: guidance for Coda. Eric's lessons were practical, grounded in the
Speaker 1: skills needed to survive and thrive in the forest. He
Speaker 1: taught Coda how to interpret the subtle signs left behind
Speaker 1: by animals as they moved silently, and how to stay
Speaker 1: hidden when necessary. There was a day in early autumn
Speaker 1: when Eric had taken Coda out to a part of
Speaker 1: the forest dense with ferns and low hanging branches. They
Speaker 1: had spent hours tracking a family of deer, following the
Speaker 1: prince and the broken twigs that marked their path. Eric's
Speaker 1: patience was endless, his gaze sharp and discerning as he
Speaker 1: led Coda through the forest. Every animal leaves a trail,
Speaker 1: Eric explained, pausing to point out a faint indentation in
Speaker 1: the soil. If you learn to see it, you can
Speaker 1: know where they've been and where they're going. It's a
Speaker 1: way of understanding the forest's story. Coda admired Eric's quiet confidence,
Speaker 1: his ability to move with such grace and precision. Under
Speaker 1: Eric's guidance, he learned to slow down and to observe
Speaker 1: the smallest details and appreciate the interconnectedness of the forest.
Speaker 1: Eric had shown him that tracking wasn't just the skill,
Speaker 1: it was a way of connecting to the land, of
Speaker 1: understanding the rhythms and patterns of life around him. Through
Speaker 1: these lessons, cod had developed a new respect for the
Speaker 1: forest and its inhabitants. He felt a sense of kinship
Speaker 1: with the creatures he tracked, understanding that they too were
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Speaker 1: within the Klan, Coda's bond with Micah, Raila and Paca
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Speaker 1: a natural leader amongst them, guiding their play and ensuring
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Speaker 1: on the other hand, was quieter, more introspective. She had
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Speaker 1: Rayla had taught him to be more observant, to appreciate
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Speaker 1: beauty around him. Paca, the youngest, was a whirlwind of
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Speaker 1: their lives. Through Paca, he learned the importance of play
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Speaker 1: four of them had countless adventures together, from racing through
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Speaker 1: moments of laughter and camaraderie were some of Coda's happiest memories,
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