Grayson and his big pit bull, Buttercup, were taking their usual morning walk in the forest. The beautiful forest surrounds them in a piece of its tranquility, the cabin that he lived in wasn’t that far. This was one of those rare days where he could have time off and enjoy it with his dog.

As they both walk up to his favorite park of the woods, Buttercup immediately stopped walking, the dog looked curious. Confused, Gray raises an eyebrow and his lips pursed into a small frown. He was about to speak up, but the dog went sprinting in the direction of where she was looking at.

That caught Gray off guard. “Oi! Get back here!”

The older man immediately went after his dog, not wanting her to get hurt from the random bear traps that were set around this area of the forest. He continues to run, but he’ll never be as quick as his intimidating dog.

Once he was finally close enough to Buttercup, he began scolding in a breathless voice. “Damn it, Buttercup! You better not be trying to hunt those bunnies again.”

Just as he begins walking to his dog, he could hear whimpering and then some laughter—that wasn’t from his dog. It sounded like a person. He moves his hand down to his gun that was hidden in his large pocket. He slowly begins walking to his dog and instead of just seeing just his dog and an adult, he sees a little child.

Because of the child that was in the middle of the forest, he was in shock and filled with concern. The child, not much older than a six year old, was covered in wounds and bruises. It looked like the kid was here in the forest for a while, maybe for a few days or a week.

He continued to watch his dog lick and sniff the child’s face, as if she was trying to comfort the small human. He slowly continues to walk over to buttercup and the small child whose face was covered in tears and saliva.