He was using the way of the bow and arrow head, he tracked it around a bend when he noticed strange prints by the creek bed. He said that the paws changed mid stride into human foot prints.

He returned and told my father, white feather, he was not happy and called the counsel to discuss what they discovered.

See in our tribe it is known to us of a group of Navajo that practice the dark ways they left our tribe before i was born. They kill our people so we are not to wander far into the reservation.

We gathered a party, to try and pick up the trail of the Yenaldlooshi The skinwalker was spotted on sitting hill,she wore the hide of a wolf. This hill is sacred to our people as we bury our dead up there. We can not hunt up there because of this.

We came back the next day an found tracks, they lead deep in to the reservation so we did not persue further.

Later that year I was out swimming with my brother and saw someone behind a tree, I noticed that it was her, she that wears wolf hide. She changed into a wolf and bit my brother. I ran back to help him and we were able to drown the wolf.

I helped my brother back to the villiage and my father took a group of men to the spring to were we were swimming. They found she who wears wolf hide, floating face down.

Soon after my father made us move off the reservation, he said that the skinwalkers would not stop until they found and killed my brother and I for what we done.

I live in fear and pray that they don’t find us. I burn incense and chant the holy chant to keep us safe.

We can never return back to our home, the Navajo Reservation. It fills my heart with great sorrow but it is better to be safe.