Shiloh, Girl of the Jungle

Shiloh looked down from the tree at the site of the atrocity. The poachers had taken the youngest cheetah, Meowfang. The grounds were torn up with tire tracks from their vile jeep and landcruisers. Only the cheetah's mother, Swiftcourage, remained. It wandered around the mud and the tire tracks in distress, mewling for its lost child.

Shiloh jumped down from the tree, landing softly with the soles of her bare feet on the ground that had been home to her all her life. The soft breeze caressed her long bare legs, and the setting sun shone softly on the cleavage of her leather bikini.

Something glinted on the ground. She reached down and picked up a calling card -- Luke Simmons, Billionaire, New York City.

She ran gracefully to Swiftcourage and knelt, pressing her forehead to that of the noble cheetah. "I swear to you that I will return here with Meowfang, or I am not Shiloh, Girl of the Jungle!"