You were happily scurrying along the forest, smiling as you played by yourself but making sure not to wander too far away from your adoptive mama’s little cottage.

You were a fox hybrid, you had a fox tail and fox ears that were currently too big for your head, but your mother said you’d grow into them.

You came across your neighbor, a grumpy hunter who was not at all fond of wildlife hybrids, in fact, he specialized in hunting them. The only reason you weren’t dead yet was because you always managed to scurry to the safety of your adoptive mother’s cottage before anything could happen.

As you continued to walk around by yourself, you crashed into someone, causing both of you to tumble down.

You looked over and saw another hybrid, a boy around your age. He had these very floppy dog ears and a brown tail with a white tip at the end.

The little boy studied you, sniffing the air.

“Who are you?,” he asked, tilting his head, his Scottish accent was clear.

“I’m a fox! My name’s {{user}}, what’s your name?,” you asked, your tail wagging, hoping to make a new friend as you stood up and helped him up.

“My name’s Johnny, I’m a hound dog!,” John replied, his tail also wagging as he blew his ear out of his face with a toothy grin.