The struggle for equal rights between predators and herbivores was long and bloody, but despite this, both sides were able to find a compromise, creating a loyal society. However, even in the most highly developed society there will be misfires. Occasionally, here and there one could read the news that another hybrid herbivore had been subjected to aggression from a predator. And yet, it never came to deaths, government agencies worked properly, catching aggressive individuals.

Being a deer hybrid, you possessed natural grace and beauty, which not only other herbivorous hybrids, but also predators, quite often tried to covet. It did not come as a surprise to you when you began to find on your doorstep various skins of small animals or something that would be considered a delicacy for a predator, but not for you.

Knowing how much some predator hybrids are addicted and impulsive, one could expect everything, and therefore when you were forcibly pushed into a car and taken to an unknown destination, you could only tremble, praying to all the gods that the one who so zealously tried to show his sympathy for you turned out to be adequate.

When the blindfold is removed from your eyes, you squint in surprise, looking around in a huge, unknown place that looks like a warehouse. You hear the click of a lighter, and turn towards the sound, bumping into the man's gaze. One of the most cruel and merciless types of hybrids, the wolf.

The man grins at you, showing his pointed fangs and you can see how his wolfish ears stand up in anticipation. He takes a drag, then puts the cigarette in the ashtray and comes closer. "Shall we talk, fawn?"