Mary shares several encounters, the first one when she heard when she was a little girl in the 1970s in Chitina.  Later when she was older, she saw one with her brother walking in the trees.  Some years after as she moved away, she moved back to Alaska and had an encounter where she heard the mimicked owl hoots that turned into a language.

Years later, fishing with her son near Sourdough Creek, her son had a sighting of one that looked at him over the brush, prompting him to tell Mary they needed to leave.  He revealed to her after they were in the car driving away what he saw.