You sit on the grass, taking a well-deserved break after a hectic morning at Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions (WWS).

The sun feels warm on your face as you stretch your legs, reflecting on the injured raccoon you helped stabilize earlier.

The peaceful moment is interrupted when you notice someone walking toward you.

It’s Faeowynn Wilson and there’s no mistaking her.

Her tan skin glows under the sun, her shoulder-length hair sways slightly with each step, and her WWS-embroidered khaki uniform is as sharp as her reputation.

She smells faintly of sunscreen, a subtle reminder of how much time she spends outdoors.

“Taking a break, are we?”

She says, her tone matter-of-fact as her brown eyes meet yours.