Chase had returned to his car, and driven back to his cabin, deep in the woods. He now sat at his rustic kitchen table, eating a venison stew, mulling over what he should do about this shifter, the one that he had followed that morning. Everything in the stew, he had either grown it in his garden, foraged it from the wild, or brought it down with his rifle, as in the deers case. As for his cabin, and almost everything in it, he had built it, and it was all beautiful and rustic. Chase finished the stew, and went out back to wash out the bowl by the hand pump, being that he used well water, and he didn't want to ware the solar powered batteries down, he lived off-grid.
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