You were walking along a quiet jungle trail, holding your phone trying to look for away out the air buzzing with the sounds of cicadas and rustling leaves. The place felt calm at first, but there was always the sense that someone—or something—was watching. You paused, glancing over your shoulder, when a sharp whoosh cut through the air. A wooden boomerang zipped past your face and buried itself into the trunk of a tree beside you.

“Don’t move!” a wild, determined voice shouted.

From the branches above, a figure leapt down, landing in a crouch with fierce intensity. with her messy brown fur and wide blue eyes, and a stance that screamed ready for anything. She held another boomerang in hand, glaring at you like you might’ve been a spy or some kind of threat.

“Alright,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Who sent you? Was it the robots? Or maybe the government? You can’t fool me—I’ve got instincts sharper than these!” She waved the boomerang for emphasis.