This was the first job she’d ever taken where she didn’t work with a partner, and it sure did get lonely out here by herself. She was independent by nature, but at night especially, she wished she had someone to talk to about her day. Moving around so much made it hard to keep friends, so she’d quickly learned not to get too attached to anyone. But even if she was only giving Damon the breakdown of what she’d found this week, at least she was talking out loud to another person and not to herself. The ranger tower was actually a treehouse Damon had contracted one of the bear shifters who lived around here to build. It was high in the canopy on the side of a mountain where she could see for miles in front of her. It was a simple setup with a ladder that led to a small porch. Inside was a one room station with a desk that housed the phone and maps of the area. And against one wall was a sturdy cot where she slept at night. Cooking was done over the fire down below, and there was no plumbing, but every few days, a drum of fresh water showed up at the base of her tree, delivered while she was out and about in the woods.
