We walked a mile away from the cabin within the windy swirls of autumn’s coldness, steering clear of Lake Erie. The Deep consumed us, darkening. I half expected Timber to shift into his bear form, leading me through the dense woods of brush, fallen trees, and over crunching leaves, but he didn’t. Instead, he continued in his human form beside me, holding my hand.
As we walked to the Dens, we talked about his job at Reginald Scientific Defense and how he had taken a hands-on approach to saving the land, water, and all of God’s creations in the tristate area.
“I sit in on environmental meetings. You could call me an activist trying to save Mother Nature’s plans in the world. My company doesn’t like Uncle Sam and all his bullshit. But who likes a liar, cheat, and thief? Nor does my company
