The eighteen year old girl sat atop a large tree, her short white hair in a small ponytail. She scanned the forest with her electric blue eyes, watching a small squirrel scurry up another tree. Her white wolf ears perked in a different direction though. There was... a gunshot. She lashed her white tail. The girl stood up on the branch, crouching low. Her white hi-tops didn't make a sound as she leapt down, landing in the soft grass beneath her. She pulled the hood up on her white hoodie, covering her wolf ears. She started to slowly walk toward the sound of the gunshot. The girl found a man with a rifle, poaching the wildlife right next to a poster that read, "No hunting! You will be fined $2,000!" The girl stormed right up to him. "Oi, what do you think you're doing?" She asked in an angry tone. The man put his gun away, and laughed. "Im hunting!" He said in a gruff voice. "Well, you can't." The teenage girl said, pointing to the poster. The man shrugged. "They aren't gonna do anything 'bout it." This poacher seemed very laid-back. The girl hated it. She gave him a glare, and walked away. He was so dumb. She ran all the way to the other side of the forest, climbing another tree.