Another showed a diagram of the forest, circles drawn in red around presumed bear dens, feeding spots, trails. Evelyn’s stomach tightened. “They don’t understand. This isn’t about hurting them. This is about legacy. If I capture this—on camera, on film—it changes everything.” She turned another page. “I’ve set the first rig near the clearing. Motion sensor’s working.
Got some good footage of the sow alone. The cub’s more cautious. But I’ll get it. Sooner or later, it’ll step into the frame.” Evelyn looked up sharply. The clearing. Was it nearby? Could the camera still be there? The next pages answered that. Detailed lists of equipment. Placement notes. GPS coordinates. Even sketches of traps—nothing too harsh, he claimed in the margins.