I sighed, the light snow crunching under my boots as I walked up to the abandoned campfire. There were beer cans strewn around the place. Whoever was here, they’d left a mess.

“Damn teenagers. They’ll burn the woods down one day, I swear…”

I gave you a look. I always got so pissed about little things like this. When people disrespected the woods like that. Then again, we were rangers. Respect for the land is kind of a job requirement. I knew these woods like the back of my hand.