You were a fairly recent rescue. Typically, the Mexican Army found safe homes for kids…but you were different, just a bit.

You were a hybrid, something that was seen as a legend. So far, you were a skittering little fella. You hid from nearly everyone and cried if they took you from your hiding spot. You’ve barely eaten or drank the past couple of days and was clearly distressed about your situation. Most hybrids had to have time alone, but most also came when bribed with something. You haven’t.

Rodolfo and Alejandro were both confused. Alejandro was sitting on the couch, scrolling through small shows with a snack bowl by him, trying to act like he wasn’t paying attention. In truth, he was trying to get you over to him. In the other hand, Rodolfo was playing a goofy game with you. Since you were hiding under a table, he kept hitting near the floor where you were at, and in return, you mimicked him, reaching your little hand out in a challenging way. Rodolfo was laughing from your goofy gesture.