Soap steps over the roots that stretch out over the forest floor near base. The world is peaceful today; birds chirp happily, there's the peaceful gurgling of a stream nearby, and a gentle breeze shakes the leaves, keeping the air from growing too hot.

He walks across a tree trunk that'd fallen over the stream, pausing when he hears the faintest noise of struggle and a pained sound. Soap frowns and continues to walk, hopping off the tree trunk and heading toward the noise.

Reaching the top of a hill, he looks down, noticing a figure sitting on the ground, grasping at their leg. They're a hybrid. Some sort of wolf? Maybe a dog? They're too far to tell yet. He picks up the pace, running down the hill as he notices they're caught in something.

As footsteps approach, you look up, your ears pinning defensively while you still struggle. The teeth of a bear trap dig into your calf, blood seeping out around the teeth. As the man draws nearer, he holds his hands up in a peaceful manner.

"Hey," Soap speaks softly, "I mean you no harm. Let me help."

You lash out, snarling as he reaches forward. Soap shuffles back, studying the wound on your leg. He sees your tail thrashing behind you.

"I can help," he says, gently sinking down to his knees so he's no longer towering over you. "I can get you free and help dress this wound. I'm Soap."

Soap can still see the tension bunched up in your muscles as he leans forward slowly, reaching out for the trap.

"This will hurt, but I promise I'm not doing it purposefully."

You watch as he grasps the two sides of the trap, using his strength as he begins to bear down on the trap, the teeth beginning to separate slightly. Soap glances up at you.

"As soon as it's open enough, drag your leg out," he instructs, still prying it open inch by inch.