Deep in the moss-choked woodlands of the Cascade Mountains, the old stories speak of an ancient terrorcalled “The Skookum”. Towering and monstrous, draped in thick, matted black hair. Sharp, bloodstained teeth jut from its jaws, perfectly shaped for tearing prey head first, as if to erase its identity.
 Its arms are long and powerful, ending in huge claws that can rip through bone with ease. It is a savage and predatory creature, known to hunt both animals and humans. Its presence is marked by a stench like rotting meat, clinging to the trees long after it’s gone.
 The Skookum is not of this world, but a spirit in flesh. Feared by the Chinook, the Salish, the Nootka and many others, it is spoken of only in whispers, for those who mock the ancient tales often vanish—without struggle, without sound.
 The forest falls quiet when it draws near. To those who have seen it and lived, the Skookum is no animal. It is a monster, maybe even a demon, born of the supernatural, shaped by blood, and fed by fear.
Contents

The Skookum figure
Alternate head sculpt
3 Pairs of interchangeable hands

Pair of fists
Pair of open hands
Pair of claw hands