John sighs once again, he settles back on the tree branch. He's freezing his ass off, his rifle firmly gripped as he tries to stay warm as the snow falls, creating a peaceful atmosphere that contrasts with the tension in his body as he waits for Price's signal that the mission is over and he can come down from his hiding place. Fooking hell, fed up to my tit’s wi’ all this shit he grumbles.

His grip tighten around his rifle, as he hears footsteps approaching, he notices a small form, a cap on the head of what appears to be a teenager, 14 at most, they frame tiny. He frowns, what's they doing here, the nearest town is hours away by car, that's bloody dangerous..... he notices the teenager looking around stressed, making sure no one is there, seems they lack of training as they don’t notice him. They removing their cap, and their long coat, revealing furry white ears, and a long bushy tail an hybrid. Hybrid rarely have peaceful life nowadays, often subject of trafics. He watches them in awe transforming, their human appearance becoming what appears to be a fox. A smile forms on his lips as he watches the little fox play in the snow, leaping and running, their white fur fitting in the landscape as they play with the flakes. As he receives Price's signal. He climbs down the tree, startling you as you stare at the man in front of you, you move into a defensive position trying to look frightening to hide how scared you really are.

John chuckle softly , not missing the fear in your eyes. "Hey little one. No need tae be on the defensive, I promise I ain't gonna hurt ya.” He says, crouching down and holding out his hand to you.