When they heard the searchers dogs it took everything he knew to stop them from running off.
The fear oozed off them, but he knew the dogs would never smell it. Nothing outside of the glade could ever find anything that was inside the glade.
Eventually the dogs passed and the campers calmed down, only slightly, but enough for him to get more of the story out of them.
Over the years they had told multiple people in town about what their guardian was doing to them, but no one wanted to believe.
The camping trip had presented the perfect opportunity for escape. Their guardian was a survivalist, they had thought they would have all the supplies they needed to get far away from the town that refused to believe.
Unfortunately one of them had fallen during the first day when they had just been running through the woods and badly hurt their leg. Then the plan became to live in the woods until the leg was good enough to walk on.
Things had been going well until their radio squawked. Usually that wasn't bad, just park rangers saying park ranger things. This time however it was a search party. For them. Their guardian was so respected that half the town had turned up to search for them.
They had tried to run, but the leg made it impossible. They could hear the searchers closing in, and then they had been pulled into the glade.
Once they had finished their tale, they asked his name, why he had hidden them. He had almost forgotten his name, it has been so long since he had talked to any of his own kind. When they struggled to pronounce it, he relented and said they could call him Bigfoot.
As to why he has helped them. He didn't like being seen, and he could feel the intensity of their need to be hidden, so against their better judgement he had brought them to the glade.
He was glad he had saved them, but warned them that once the leg was healed they would have to leave the glade, and once outside they would never be able to come back in. Only his mind could visit the glade more than once.
The campers eventually slept, the bigfoot listened to the search party growing more distant. Eventually the search party would stop, the leg would heal, and the campers would leave. They could find a distant places and live their lives.
He would never get that. Everytime he stepped out the glade someone took a picture and then for weeks the woods would be full of people looking for the monster. He was stuck here. Forever.
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