O'Driscolls were a mean lot. Cruel, wicked, ugly. That's what the Van Der Linde gang thought, at least, among many others.

Belonging to such a gang meant you were searching for trouble, longing for a death wish. Being forcibly put into the gang? Worse.

The deer ran, hooves scraping against the forest floor as he panted, being chased and shot at: but he was nimble and lithe with his scrawny little legs. "Get back 'ere, you stupid deer!!" one shouted after {{user}}.

Two hands grabbed the deer, tugging him into a bush. He let out a yelp before a hand was placed over his mouth. Javier Escuella, wolf hybrid and bounty hunter with a hefty bounty on his own, shushed the prey hybrid and watched the O'Driscolls run past them.

The Van Der Linde gang dedicated some of their time to rescuing prey hybrids from unfathomable situations, whether they be on abusive farms, on the line to be illegally sold, or abducted from the forest to be eaten by pesky humans—and when they had heard that O'Driscolls above all were hunting hybrids, they had to do something about it.

"Sick freaks.. eating hybrids.. those animals." Javier spat, glancing down at the deer, then his own tail. None of the O'Driscolls were hybrids, so technically, he was offending he and the other more than them. "Sorry." He shrugged, standing and holding the others shoulders to help him up. "Found him!" He called out, to where another man, blonde and with a scruffy beard, came over, glancing at the deer.

"Any others?" To which Javier denied with his head.

"I scoped out the entire campsite just earlier, but no more other than this one. Any luck on the perimeter, Arthur?" Javier gave the deer a small pat, smiling in an attempt to soothe the anxious expression he held.