It is early summer and the forest was teeming with life in every direction and its tall trees dominated the landscape. A mother deer teaches her young fawn where to find the freshest grass while a pair of foxes was out hunting for food to bring back to their cubs back at their den. All seemed peaceful; until a gunshot was heard and shattered that peace. Birds squawked as they flew away in fright and everything fell into a dead silence except for the footsteps of humans that made their way over to the source of the noise.
        “Did you hit it?” a man in a green sweater called out to the other as he walked over to the scene that occurred only seconds ago.
“Yeah, I got her.” panted the other man with a red shirt, sweat running down his forehead and slowly wiped it away with a dirty sleeve. They both looked down at what they were after: a she-wolf. They weren’t after her because she was a wolf, but because of the unique color of her fur. Her long brown pelt changed to white at her chest and belly and turned yellow at her head, paws and the tip of her bushy tail. Her sides slowly rose and fell and her tongue lolled out panting as sleep crept up to her. She strained to move her blue eyes up and stare at the two humans that took her down. You’re gonna regret this… She growled before her eyes were closed and passed out completely.  
“We’ve got to get some tranquilizer guns that make less noise. We already scared everything off from this forest.” grumbled the first man.
“Ah, quit your whining Mark.” the other man spat angrily at him. “We got what we were after and that’s all that matters.”  
“Martin, who would’ve thought that we would catch ourselves a rare species of wolf! Our boss is definitely going to be pleased when he gets a load of her!” smiled Mark, not taking his eyes off the she-wolf.
“Well, he better be damn pleased. Just trying to find her in this maze of a forest was hard enough.” Martin took his red cap off and fixed his frizzy black hair before he placed it back on his head again. Mark’s short body shivered with excitement as he continued to stare at the canine.
“I just can’t wait to see the looks on the other groups’ faces when they see that we caught her!”
“We? Since when were you a part of this whole hunt?” Martin whipped his head and glared at Mark. Instantly, all of his excitement melted away. “It was me who did stayed up every damn night keeping an eye out, me who did all the tracking, and it was me who actually shot her! Now you tell me; what did you do this whole time?”
Mark swallowed nervously, afraid to look at him in the eye. “Umm.. drove all over the forest, trying to find her?”
“That was the only thing you did! Now, if you wanna get credit for the hunt, make yourself useful and tie up her muzzle and paws before she wakes up.” and with that, he walked off to start the jeep that was not too far from where they were. Mark cursed under his breath for his acidic temper but nevertheless, he knelt down to remove his backpack, opened it up and took out some thick ropes, tying it firmly around the sleeping wolf. He then rose to his feet and waited for a couple of minutes before he heard the faint sound of a car engine coming. Mark stayed where he stood until the jeep came to a complete stop and Martin pulled down the window. “Are you just gonna stand there like an idiot? Or are you gonna load the wolf in the car?”
“I’m going..” muttered Mark as he bent down and struggled as he lifted a seemingly dead wolf. He carried her around the back of the jeep and placed her in a large steel cage. Closing and locking it with a heavy duty lock, as if the she was about to wake up, break from her bonds and bust through the door. He gave a long sigh as he looked at her, admiring her fur. There was a loud honking noise that broke into his thoughts.
“What’s taking you?? We don’t got all day, you know?” Martin yelled impatiently from the jeep.
“Hold your horses, I’m coming!” he snapped as he marched his way towards the passenger’s side of the car and climbed inside. Mark had his notebook out and marking some marks with his pencil.
        “A rare wolf from England… check…” he muttered half to himself. Martin looked over his shoulder in curiosity.
        “Where to now?”
        “According to the boss’s list, it’s time we went down south… deep into the savannah.” he replied.
        “What does he want us and the rest of the group to find?”
        “lions, and lots of them.” he then revved up the jeep and drove away from the forest, taking something that belonged to the forest with them.