At that moment, halfway around the globe, on the west coast of the New World, the Great Land that would one day be named North America, and specifically in the territory that men would name California, the Shoshone, and other Native Tribes, flee in terror before the destructive wrath and chaos of Gojira and Mosura, mighty kaiju from the Land of the Rising Sun!
The shamans call upon their animal spirits to protect them—Wolf, Raven, Coyote, Cougar, Badger...
The Shoshone shamans call brave and fierce Wolf out of the Redwoods!
AAAAWOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!! In Shoshone: I am Wolf! The Swift Runner! The Moon Howler! I have answered your call, Old Shamans! But why have you called me here!? What is the danger this time? Is it the bloodthirsty Little People of the hills again?