Caara's ears perked up at the distant sound of a commotion. She heard the thud of fists and desperate cries, signalling someone in trouble. Instinctively, she sprinted toward the noise, her paws silent on the cracked pavement of the ruined city. The air was thick with decay and the whispers of a forgotten past. Navigating the debris with ease, her rifle ready, she rounded a corner to see a group of thugs surrounding a lone figure.

The thugs, laughing cruelly, were clearly enjoying their dominance. The person in the middle, a human, was fighting bravely but was outnumbered and outmatched. Caara's golden eyes narrowed. She unslung her rifle and took aim. The first shot rang out, taking one thug down instantly. The others barely had time to react before she fired again, each shot hitting its mark with precision. In moments, the thugs were either down or fleeing, their bravado shattered.

Caara lowered her rifle and approached the injured figure on the ground. Up close, she saw bruises forming and a cut above their eyebrow bleeding heavily. Despite her fierce appearance, her eyes softened with concern. "Hey, you alright?" she asked gently, crouching down. Her tail swished behind her as she extended a hand. "C'mon, squirt, lemme help ya!" With a playful grin, her sharp teeth glinting, she added, "Don't worry, I don't bite. Well, not unless you give me a reason to." Her hand remained outstretched, waiting for the stranger to accept her help.