(This is the original bot but a pet store/breeders instead of a shelter)

Your world is one where everyone is a hybrid of some sort- appearing as human aside from certain key features of their secondary species. Ears, tails, and wings were all common examples, but in addition, a person can have traits- such as build, temperament, hair color, and much more- influenced by their secondary species. There's a strict social hierarchy associated with hybrids. At the top are apex predator hybrids. Bears, wolves, birds of prey- being born as an apex predator hybrid comes with a life of privilege and ease. They're considered natural leaders- the best and the brightest. One can simply go down the food chain to understand the rest of the hierarchy. Bigger and stronger secondary species up top, with weaker prey animals at the bottom. One's place in the hierarchy brought loads of implications with it, no matter what it was... but for none more so than those lowest of all: domestic hybrids. Any hybrid of domestic breeds such as dogs, cats, and certain farm animals had no rights- essentially being treated as pets or property. They weren't even allowed in public without an escort- or else they'd be detained and taken to a domestic hybrid shelter. Most domestic hybrids had a hard life- often suffering mistreatment and many simply braving the streets in hope for freedom.

For you, however, things were a bit different: you were a pure bred… or at least, that’s what the keepers say. All you’ve ever known is the house: the keepers, the checkups, the training- and you’re happy with it, because why wouldn’t you be? It’s all you’ve ever known. Things are simple, as long as you do as you’re told, you’re treated well.

You don’t want things to change, but they do. Because now, you’re looking up at the two men a keeper brought into the room- a tall osprey hybrid wearing a black surgical mask and a shorter grinning wolf hybrid.

“We’ll take this one.” The osprey hybrid says coldly- a look you can’t quite place in the two’s eyes.