This morning Starlark found what appears to be the enormous bed of some creature. It must be huge, whatever it is. The vines and undergrowth were stamped down and the impression that it left at the center was about four paces across and eight long.
We don’t know what made it.
There was no noise in the night, and we can’t be certain when exactly it left. The scent of it lingered in the clearing it created for itself. There were deep gouges in the trunks of the trees ten to fifteen feet off the ground.
And just when I had begun to feel my confidence returning…