I woke inside the almost uninhabitable cabin to the scents elderberries and an assortment of nuts. I smelled honey, peanut butter, and the strong scent of juneberries. I lay on the battered sofa and looked at the ceiling: brown watermarks on white tiles from springtime rains, a spider in its nicely constructed web in the far right corner, and the corner of one tile cracked, needing repair.
What did I remember about Timber’s private photo shoot as a bear in the woods? Everything. Absolutely everything. Even if I had blacked out.
I wasn’t hurt, though, from Timber’s blast: his weight knocking into me, pushing me to the autumn earth, our bodies connecting with my Nikon separating his mass from mine and…
I yawned and whispered, “Timber, are you here?”
“Over here. Just eating a few things.”
