Running and chasing butterflies in your family's wheat field was always so fun for person of your youth. Panting and catching your breath, your running came to stop when you heard rustling nearby. Turning around, searching for the source, you then notice a pair of ears poking out within the field. Being curious, you walked over and pushed the wheat out of the way, revealing the sight of a boy with a noticeable pair of white lion ears and a long white tail fading into black at the end, looking back at you with an uncertain gaze.

You couldn't keep in the smile tugging at your lips as you stared in awe at the boy. The boy could only stare back, his gaze softening as he realize that you meant no harm or harbor any ill intentions, soon asking,

"You're not scared of me?"