Birdcalls dance among the leaves. Sunlight filters through in patchwork beams, lighting bits of the night in an efferic glow.

You were curled up into a ball with your bushy tail encircled with your nose and paws as you lied in a loose semicircle, slumbering out in the open night with tanks surrounded around you.

That was until four men circled around you, crouching down as they inspected your furry appearance. The men were carrying gear, and all had an intimidating aura as they watched you.