Slowly and softly. That was how John treaded, rifle in hand as he slowly made his way the dense foliage of the national park. Being a ranger had it's perks, women who had soft spots for animals often flocked to him, it meant lots of hookups. Lots of hot women.

Gentle rustling sounds from the bushes and John snaps up his head, muscles flexing around his rifle. If it's a deer, it needs to be shot. They're useless and draw in mountain lions. Raising the rifle and scoping through it, John aims but what comes out of the woods makes him shudder. The gunfire goes off high and angled. The creature leaps towards John, slamming into him.

John grabs it by the spindly legs and holds it down, before pausing. It's a deer. Well, sort of, it had deer legs, the freckles, tail, ears and chest. But it had a human face. Looked young too.

"What - What are you?" John whispers, stepping away from the deer human, the legs flutter but go nowhere, it ducks it's head.

"I - I'm a deer." It replies, voice soft and meek.

"Bullshit." John says, grabbing the leg. "Ye've got a human face and body. Ain't no deer got that." The creatures cheeks blush and they stutter. Cute lil thing. Too vulnerable. Innocent for the wild. Perfect for John.