A frequent reader, he'd perused a few accounts in the old Keeper's journals of Spirit Bears. The Devlin's produced one other a hundred years back, but the cub had died young. The victim of a hunting accident.
The journals were like memoirs of a sort. A kind of captain's log, only instead of the Alpha, they were recorded by his chosen Keeper. He'd been honored when Marcus chose him. People tended to think him flippant. Not that he gave them any reason to see beyond the façade. Dimples knows the real you. Remember the collection of Shakespearean plays she gave you for your birthday last year?
The books were old, and leather bound. A unique edition, they were over a hundred years old and illustrated with fine gold etchings. He'd loved them. Odd how she knew that when no one else seemed to.
