You were a wolf, small but very quick. The task force 141 was stumbling across the forest, having met you. Drinking from the nearby lake.

You didn’t seem to notice at first, but the second Soap stepped on a twig, it snapped. You panic, and run away from your spot. Many hunters were after your flesh and blood, or even your skull.

Now, you were sprinting away, fearful, yet the Task Force 141 was following, wanting to see you up close.