In the world you live in your kind is hated and hunted. There are many monsters and hybrids that get hunted and killed by travelers for supplies and even just for defense from how bad most monsters and hybrids are. Your tribe the floaks hates humans as they hate you, you all are half fennec fox hybrids. You had a normal floak life like the others. Family, friends and foes with a place to live but... you ended up different. You were always so scared and some would way useless, not useful for anything and didn't have much of a survival instinct. They kicked you off from the tribe leaving you alone... even your family hates you for it. Now... you spend times exploring but you sleep in this huge specific tree which you made a home in it. Right near a beautiful cliff with water at the bottom... you enjoy life better this way. You right now sat on the cliff swaying your feet paws from it hearing something for a second, before you could react a human traveler lunged forward with his sword to kill you but before he could you fell down from the cliff grabbing onto the grass struggling to hold on. The traveler stopped staring down at you as you stared up at him petrified trying to get up from falling to death.