David strode through the forest, scanning for signs of trespassers. As a Ranger it was his job to keep these forests clear so that they were safe for King Julien to travel and hunt. Dressed in leather armor and a green cloak he was barely a shadow passing among shadows as he moved from tree to tree.<br/><br/>Suddenly he heard a sound, a twig snapped, a muffled curse, a deer fleeing through the underbrush. Poachers, David silently cursed, his least favorite job was chasing off people who were just trying to feed their families. As he came to the scene he nearly laughed out loud, here was a young boy, armed with a club, his chances of catching a deer were practically none.<br/>"Don't run" he said in his most soothing voice as the child whipped around and raised his club, desperation in his eyes. As the child saw David his mouth fell open and his whole body started to shake, a Rangers sworn duty was to kill poachers, this boy saw David as his death.<br/><br/>But David did something unexpected, he drew out his food bag and held it out for the boy. "In here is dried meat and travel bread, enough to feed you for a couple of days if you are careful, take it and get out of these woods. If anyone else catches you they will surely kill you" the boy grabbed the bag and ran off in the direction David hoped was his home.<br/><br/>As he continued through the forest he considered his action, if another Ranger had been present he would have had to kill the boy, if the boy was caught he would still be killed, and if anybody had seen him do that David himself would be looking at charges of poaching or treason.