The beast has been seen by a variety of witnesses, including hunters, campers, and even park rangers, and there are numerous others who have heard its eerie, piercing howl echoing through the night.
I’m a pretty well read individual, in particular concerning those subjects that most interest me. In spite of this, though, and the fact that I live in the geographical area in question, the Appalachian Mountains, (Okay, technically I only live in the FOOTHILLS of the Appalachians. But that’s close enough, innit?) I had never heard of the “Dwayyo.” (“Dway-yo! Dway-ay-yo! Daylight come and we want go home!”—Sorry. Couldn’t resist.) You could call it the “Werewolf of the Appalachians.” How’d I miss that one?
I’ve heard of Screamin’ Black Panthers, of course. EVERYbody around them there parts knows about those mysterious ABCs (Alien Big Cats). I’d heard about the mountains’ own version of Bigfoot, the “Yahoo,” although I’ve heard it called by other names. But not the Dwayyo, or the Snarly Yow (I like this name even better. How quintessentially southern!), which resembles the frightful “Black Dog” of British lore, but could simply be one of the Dwayyo seen when running around on all four, as opposed to two, legs. Nor had I ever heard of the pterodactyl-like Snallygaster. (Another wonderful name!), which is reputed to be the mortal enemy of the Dwayyo. Somebody get busy making a movie about this rivalry, pronto!