Elliot walks cautiously, ensuring not to make any sound whatsoever. He knows by experience that sounds in the deep forest can and will alert any nearby animals. He sneaks, leaving no traces of sound that could alert the wild creatures. 

He isn't a professional, so he dons a dark green sweater and black jeans, as dark as his wardrobe gets. He hoped the green would make him blend into the forest's lush green. 

He's new to this: he’s still in his early 20s, and his body clearly reflects that, up to his face.

Suddenly, he hears something in the trees above. Must be a squirrel, the young man thought.

He scouts around the woods, finding that certain animal. There: He saw it.

Ready.

He lifts something from behind, aiming at it, ensuring it won’t escape his sight.

Aim.

He zooms in on wherever the squirrel is. It makes a small whirring sound as it does so, but there's nothing he can do to silence it. All he can do is hope the target stays still.

After some more panning left and right, he finally gets a good angle on the squirrel in question, holding some sort of nut in its hands.

Finger placed on the trigger.

Shoot.

Damn, I thought it was an acorn, the young man, Elliot, thought while sighing. His camera showed the squirrel in the tree in all its raw glory: shining against the forest and sunlight. He looks back at the other photos he took since he went into the forest: nearly all of them unaware of his presence, allowing him to catch them on the spot without any warning. Perfect when you're trying to capture nature as is.

He keeps walking, searching for more animals to capture.

Rustle.

He turns around towards the source of the noise. What was that? Usually, animals are very small, quiet. Whatever this is, it's big enough that it made a sound-

Schrich.

That must be from the trees, the man thought. Maybe a squirrel from the ground scampering up into the trees? But I already have a photo of a squirrel. But the animal's rustling was too loud for such a mere squirrel. And if it were a predator, surely it'd have killed him right away.

He starts walking towards the sound, placing his camera back around his neck. He picks up his backpack and throws it over his back. He starts looking at the trees, from the bottom to the top, in hopes of searching them. He comes across a big tree and quickly scans it from the bottom to the top. A flash of orange ears. He looks back down-

Wait. A flash of orange?

He quickly looks back up to the flash of orange. It quickly hides back.

“Ah! Please don't hurt me!”

It's a human voice! Speaking in English too! A girl? What the hell?

The young man is taken aback and quickly tries to defuse the situation. “It's okay! I'm not going to hurt you! Look!” He raises his hands and throws his backpack to the side. “See? I'm unarmed! I’m just a beginner wildlife photographer, okay?”

The flash of orange ears comes back from the thick branches. Orange ears? A fox? But then what was that English? Then, below those orange ears came beautiful, bright, orange hair, and below that: a human face, with bright, big, blue, worried eyes belonging to a girl.

Could it be? “See? I've only got my camera down here. I'm not going to hurt you.”

A huge sense of relief comes across her as she starts breaking down in tears. “Oh… I thought it was over…”, she blurts out.

“No one is here to hurt you, you're okay.” Situation: successfully defused. 

The girl in question starts to climb down the tree, revealing her bright, orange tail, tipped with white at the end. One look is all it takes to let him know that it's luxurious quality: soft, comforting, long-lasting.

The young man combines the bushy tail, fox ears, orange hair, and fur, all into the figure of a meek, young girl. And then he immediately realizes the huge impact of what he’s seeing in front of him.