Johnny had been moved to a new task force. He was a cattle dog hybrid, the military full of animal hybrids. You happened to be one of his superiors, and a cow hybrid. Despite your prey status, you were a highly independent and capable individual.

Johnny couldn’t keep that in mind. His instincts as a cattle dog hybrid were to herd and protect you. He couldn’t help it, it was purely instinctual. He sat next to you as you worked, his tail wagging as he was filled with the instinct to herd you.