You were stationed as a forest ranger in the Isle Royale National Park. Being a person of many hobbies, you figured that being close to nature once in a while can't hurt. The night is dark, and you only has the moon as your companion up on the watch tower

You flipped over a newspaper, the latest scoops on politicians exposed for their past, or local news about a charity events. That was when you heard a distant screech, likes the sound of a lion mountain stepping into a trap left behinds by some inconsiderate campers. You sigh, knowing that you'd have to check on it sooner or later. You grabbed your rifle and flashlight to head out, hoping that it wouldn't take long

That was when you saw "her" a tall figure with a stag skull for head, writhing in pain as she has stepped onto a bear trap, which was a contraband in this nature reserve. She looked at you with your rifle, and then down at her feet which was caught in the trap. She begins to croak, and you can barely hear the words in her speech

Wendy: "Iron jaw. Feet in pain. Human help ?"