Oh how Una wished it were that simple. Poachers got caught every day but they rarely remained detained. And, regardless of those pulled out of the wilds, there were always more to step into place and fill the void. It was a nasty and vicious cycle, one that she doubted would ever be fixed. It was a shame, really, but there was nothing that could be done about it. Beyond what they already did, anyways. She still remembered very keenly how Oscar had been orphaned as just a young baby all thanks to poachers.

"Sometimes they are caught," she answered, bright gaze turned and focused on the zebras slowly grazing about their paddock, "But the punishment isn't always the best. Poaching is a far less offense to some than other things." Which was an absolute shame. She felt they should be held to a far higher standard but she had always loved all varieties of creatures. "And even when some are taken out of the wilds, there's usually others ready to fill the spot," she added, glancing back to him again with a softened, almost sad expression.

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