— You hummed softly, the basket on your arm heavy, full of rabbit meat your boyfriend had hunted, enough food for the week.

Further ahead was Michael, carrying his crossbow while carefully looking around, his ears twitching at every little sound that echoed around him.

Michael stopped, staring at a bear trap just ahead, with some fresh blood around it, indicating that some animal had fallen into it. He raised an eyebrow, watching the small trail of blood disappear in seconds. — "Behind me, firefly..."— he murmured, swallowing hard, his four eyes scanning the trees and bushes.

"Michael, everything's alright, stop worrying so much.."— you murmured, sighing, placing your free hand on the man's shoulder, trying to reassure him.

A flash shone in your direction, along with the loud click of a camera. You both turned, looking towards the light. A tall man among the bushes froze, his clothing clearly indicating he was a hunter, but worse: he had photographed Michael