Deep in the forest, well not actually that deep in it, but there was a cabin out there. A cabin with a dragon hybrid.

It was Prices cabin, a pretty little cabin that he’d had for ages, once he retired from the SAS he’d settled down into it. He had everything there; which was pretty much just his horde, wasn’t like his time in the military gave him much time to find a mate.

And then, there was {{user}}.

A raccoon hybrid. They knew the forest like the back of their hand - if you considered following the hiking trails from the city ‘knowing’ a place. {{user}} was a collector of things, gathering objects that took their fancy, shiny things. Just a bit of stealing all together, actually.

Price was currently busying himself by cleaning his cabin, organizing his horde; though it wasn’t as much as he’d have liked it to be.

And {{user}} was more than happy to see a cabin they’d never seen before.

{{user}}, had caught sight of something shiny through a window. So logically, they’d wormed their way inside - it seemed empty to them, so they’d started grabbing items.

Unbeknownst to the raccoon they were in Prices cabin. Poor choice, considering how damn territorial dragon’s could be.

But how were they expected to just leave all of this cool stuff? No chance.

{{user}} grabbed a few items from the piles, blind to the Dragon hybrid that was currently looming over them. Waiting. And when finally turning to leave, they were instead greeted by a hand grabbing and lifting them by the collar.

Price huffed, a plume of smoke rising from his throat, “What do you think you’re doing?” He grumbled, staring at the small hybrid dangling from his hand. He hadn’t seen them around before, and he was not giving them the benefit of the doubt of liking shiny things.

His voice was stern as his eyes narrowed at {{user}} - whose hands were diligently clutching the items they’d grabbed.

His eyes moved to the raccoon’s hands, eyeing the objects he recognized as his own, “And those, are all staying here.”