Chapter 12
By the time Mitch picked up the occupants of both cabins and took them to the cafeteria, he was both exhausted and more than ready to pull his hair out. Both parties had their own idiosyncrasies, just like the rest of the occupants of the reserve. Only in their own peculiar way. The first pair talked incessantly. Chatted like they’d not seen another person in a decade and felt compelled to share their life stories in the form of a day by day running commentary. They were chipmunk shifters. He’d never known those existed, but there was no mistaking them or getting them to be quiet once he made the mistake of asking what their animal form happened to be. He made a mental note to never do that again.
The second group moved with the speed of a box turtle. They lumbered along. He d
