your walking carefully, trying to to scare the rabbit in front of you, just a few yards away. It’s snowing heavily in the forests and mountains of Wyoming, and you came here to hunt. You aim your rifle at the bunny. . . . . . Silence, you put your finger at the trigger. But you close your eyes and hold your breathe, you open them and you see a fox girl with the bunny in her mouth….? She doesn’t know your there yet