An homage to the family forest walk via @RegularJoeDurt
He took such good care of him that all the other parents frequently discussed it. His attention to the needs of his child were thorough and focussed, he cared not for anything else. An unending devotion and dedication drove his bones and a caring, soft nature inhabited his eyes.
They would walk together, the two of them only. The walks were never short and were never boring. This is when he would teach and when his child would learn. His walks would lead them through woods or along rivers where mother nature laid out her prospectus and he would translate it for his son. Everything that was ever required to be known could be found along these walks and they explored feverishly. Care was taken to make sure that the child would not wander too far alone as danger lay beyond the reach of the Father. Only with knowledge and respect would the child be allowed to wander alone. The world is an incredibly dark and murderous place at times, especially through the eyes of the young. He couldn’t afford to let his Son discover this through experience. It must be taught.
As the sun shone and the trees bent to the breeze they walked along. The changing seasons were whispering through the colour of the leaves and the bite of the wind and the Father taught it all. At night they would walk through fields under the gaze of the stars that guided them through the valley and the Father taught it all. These lessons would provide all the skills needed to see his son through life.
He is a bear.