Cryptid hunt for Walosi! \o/
Cameos welcome, no posting order.

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There was definitely something in the lake. Not an alligator. (Or a crocodile.) Not a very large fish. It was big and green and slimy looking. At least, the brief glimpses of it breaking the surface of the water seemed to imply as much. He thought it might be a frog, except that frogs weren't generally considered big enough to eat folks.

He'd left bait out. Hefty chunk of venison. Sat out by the water in the shade of tall grass for some two hours at the stretch, yesterday, and not seen a damn thing.

The very moment Ko-Ga landed beside him and Nate turned to say hello, sure enough, a croaking splash. When he looked back the venison was gone and no sign at all of what took it.

So it was smart, too.

He was categorically, absolutely, positively, not crazy. Telling everyone else in the pack he could find about the giant wolfeating frogthing at length and insisting upon his sanity was maybe not the best way to convince them of the truth. But having them see it for themselves sure would be.

It was a big lake. They had a big shoreline. Surely with enough eyes, someone would see something. He'd rope in anyone who didn't look more than half-busy into the effort. This was pack bonding... right? Right.

  Something lived in the lake; something large, green, and apparently clever enough to know when it wasn't being watched. That was really all he'd needed to say before curiosity took hold, brightening her expression as her attention wandered instinctively toward the water. She hadn't even particularly cared whether it was a giant frog.

The possibility that there was something here they hadn't understood was enough. Nokomis came with her as always, the little blue jay flitting ahead before settling among the branches nearest the shore. Sheauga wandered more slowly through the grass, eventually finding a place near Nate where she could settle onto her haunches.

...so it waited until you weren't looking? she murmured gently, her ears tipping forward

Sheauga's gaze traveled over the water before drifting toward the venisons former resting place. She didn't immediately think of teeth, instead she wondered how long it had been here. And that maybe...it was frightened of them. If it's been hiding from everyone... she began thoughtfully, voice softened as though speaking too loudly might somehow carry across the water, maybe it doesn't want to hurt anyone,

Nate had called it wolf eating, admittedly.

Nokomis shifted somewhere overhead, drawing Sheauga's eyes briefly toward the flutter of blue between the leaves before they returned to the lake. A smile slowly touched her maw, We should stop looking for it, she lowered herself into the grass, forelegs stretching comfortably before her. If it knows when you're watching, then maybe that's why you haven't seen it her head tilted toward Nate. We can just stay here awhile, and let it decide if it wants to show itself.

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Nate