One of our hunters had gone east — far beyond the river, where the land turns soft and low beneath the pines. He meant to bring back deer, maybe turkey. Instead, he brought a story.
He said it moved like nothing he’d ever seen. Almost as tall as a man. Long legs, thick neck, dark hair that shook like grass in wind. It saw him — and did not run.
He thought it might be a spirit. Or something shaped in a dream.
He followed it for a time, careful and slow. But when he reached the place it had crossed, the trail was broken — as if the trees themselves had stepped aside.
The elders listened. And said nothing.
To Be Continued…
The beast was not native to these lands and was completely foreign to the Chickasaw’s eyes. What was it?
You will not need to visit a location for this challenge.
