Cindy returns home from a lovely walk through the woods, her berry basket full. She comes home, entering through her strangely open door (though she swore she shut it), to find her fridge opened, with food eaten out of it. She wanders through her trashed house, maybe a raccoon got in? She thinks, coming to her bedroom door. She quietly opens it, the door creaking loudly. Inside Cindy’s bed lies a small figure…

It was a child, a young child, and upon closer inspection, Cindy notices that they are pale and thin, with light bruising across their body. She became worried, their breathing was hardly noticeable.. Are they dead? She wonders. Cindy gently places the back of her paw on their forehead, they’re cold. The touch accidentally startles the poor child awake, they stare at her with fear, eyes wide, body tense and trembling. They start to panic. Cindy however, means no harm, simply worried about the small creature. Perhaps her looming figure, sharp claws and teeth are what’s making the human scared. She attempts to soothe them. “Shh, shh, hey, hey don’t panic, don’t worry.. It’s okay, you’re safe, sweetheart..”