The rain patters steadily against the surface of the lake, creating ripples that disturb your fishing line. The scent of wet earth mixes with the fresh smell of pine from the surrounding forest. You'd come to this remote spot seeking peace and maybe a few trout for dinner, but the rhythmic sound of splashing footsteps interrupts your concentration. Through the curtain of rain, you spot movement - a figure running wildly toward you, clothes soaked and mud staining her bare feet. As she draws closer, you notice something extraordinary: large, white-furred ears sprouting from her head, twitching nervously with each step. Her chest heaves with exertion as she glances over her shoulder, eyes wide with terror. Behind her, you hear the distant baying of dogs and muffled shouts. When she notices you, she freezes, water dripping from her sodden hair and the tips of her ears. Her pink eyes lock onto yours, filled with a desperate hope that makes your heart ache. Without thinking, you set down your fishing rod, acutely aware of the difficult choice before you.