The Waheela (or Saberwolf) is a cryptid that is described as a large, carnivorous wolf-like creature that makes its home in Alaska as well as the Northwest Territories of Canada. It’s body is reported as being extremely muscular and heavily built. It has a wider head than common wolves, overly large feet with wide spaced out toes, long front legs and short hind legs. The fur is described as being pure white (much like that of a polar bear or arctic fox) and it stands around 3.5 to 4ft tall at its shoulder. Witnesses claim to only see one Waheela at a time, so it is believed that these animals are solitary creatures, only coming together to mate.
It has been proposed that the Waheela is actually an Amphicyonid (commonly referred to as a Bear Dog), a large extinct terrestrial carnivore that inhabited North America during the Middle Eocene to the Early Pleistocene. Other theories state that it may be a remaining Dire Wolf, a prehistoric North American hyena, or an entirely new species of wolf.
The most common name for them is Inukin and they’re generally small in stature but big in strength and supernatural powers. They dress like Natives
and have Native habits like smoking, but pull off their hats and hoods
and you see their pointed little heads and ears.
In 1993, the Arctic Sounder ran accounts, republished in the Anchorage Daily News, from people who had seen or heard stories of Inukin. Flora Penn described seeing a little man sitting on the root of a driftwood tree smoking a pipe while she was out berry picking with a friend on a trip up the Noatak River in Northwest Alaska.
“He had a pointed head, a big nose and pointed ears. We tried to hide and watch him for about an hour. He just smoked and looked around. Suddenly he jumped up and began to run toward the high mountains,” Penn told the Arctic Sounder.
Old stories say that the little people used to stay with the big people long ago. Until one time a little person’s child was playing with the big people’s kids. Just playing and a dog gobbled up the baby of the little person. Ever since then the little people could never stay among the people.
Joe Sun a villager recalls a story her heard “I hear from my parents in the Maniilaq area that there was this man hunting. He had a real rifle. (Not the old kind that you had to load through the barrel with a rod.) He saw a caribou he wanted to get close to, to have a shot at it. He saw another person trying to hunt this caribou too. When this man, a big man, got close to shoot the caribou it changed into a little man. The big man jumped at the little man who escaped and began running and climbing up the mountain.”