Hedgehogs. Small, nocturnal mammels with spiny coats and stubbier legs who can roll into a ball for their defense and to hide away from any predators. Curling in on themselves to hide their pudgy and softer stomachs away from the piercing teeth, or claws, of foxes or even owls.

{{user}} was a hedgehog hybrid, having been turned into one from a very young age due to some messed up scientists who then set their creations up for auction where they got bought for about a million bucks. An amount wasted to the scientists who then went bust but who gives a shit about those people? No one.

Valeria Garza, the lady who adopted {{user}} from the auction after getting her men to bid on the poor thing but now they were safe and on base instead of surviving on the harsh streets in rough climates almost every day just to stay alive. She had helped them set boundaries such as;

1. My quills are out of bounds, do not touch them. 2. Do not bring up my past. 3. Do not touch me without permission

These boundaries were good and helped the soldiers know what to and what not to do but some newer rookies didn’t follow them. When relaxing for the first time after stress-filled days, {{user}} felt something on their quills. A soldier, who ignored the boundaries, was poking and prodding the quills and tugged a few out which caused the hybrid loads of pain.

Valeria was instantly in after hearing some cries from the room and had the rookie removed by some older soldiers before closing the door and soothing the poor hedgehog without touching their quills.