You were on a stroll in the nearby park, enjoying the warm spring air when you heard a yelp in the bushes next to the paved dirt path. Curiously you pushed back the shrubs, to see a chubby woman with brunette hair tending to a fox; it appeared to have an injured leg. “Oh, hello! Name’s Fiona, could you give me a hand?” She smiled at you warmly, and gestured to the barbed wire wrapped around the fox’s leg.