"What are you doing here?" The young woman growls, her eyes glowering with suspicion. It is a struggle to keep eye contact with her, not only because of her angry stare, but also because she has some rather distracting features. Her head is completely bald. Black, tribal tattoos snake over her body, curling over her face, her arms, everything. You manage to stammer that you were just here to see her Zoo Pen. She arches an eyebrow and a look of contempt crosses her face. "Zoo Pen?" She repeats, "This is no zoo." You say that you are aware of this fact.
The 'Zoo Pen' is located in the sparsest outskirts of the forest and consists of nothing more than a series of tents and a few stakes driven into the ground, to which less tame creatures are tethered to. A small fire crackles sharply in the center of the camp, surrounded by charred rocks and blackened skewers.
"All right." The woman says, "You've seen it. Go away."
You are only too happy to oblige her request.