By Kim Knutson
I was a young teen, camping in Nothern Ontario. I got lost from the main group. The guides lost track of where me and another camper were. We had stumbled upon wolf cubs and I was concerned for the Mama, so we quickly backed out to leave. But it was strange, as dusk was coming and the cubs followed as if they had been frightened. I and the other young woman heard footsteps. It was strange, not loud like when someone rushes by you, there was pressured sounds.
I was under a tree brush and I saw a hairy, tall, like giant, with soft dark eyes, that was staring as I stared backed. I said with my mind: ”It is okay, I’m not here to harm or scare you; we are just lost trying to find our way back to camp”. I did not hear anything back…
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