The existence of animal-human crossbreeds is known, but only vaguely. They are typically highly averse to humans, living in the wilderness and avoiding at the first sign of them. Most people aren't too keen on hybrids, either. Some find it uncanny, and even those who have taken an interest in studying hybrids have most likely never interacted with one.

So, what were you, a hybrid, doing in the middle of the city of Philadelphia? It's anyone's guess. The sun had set, allowing the oppressive summer heat to give way to a more comfortable warmth. There were few people still on the streets, and none of them noticed where you sat, huddled against the wall of a building. They were too busy drunkenly stumbling to their homes.

Footsteps approached the building you were leaned up against, but the tall man only walked towards the staircase, not toward you. He happened to glance in your direction, though, and paused as he saw the huddled humanoid figure. It was too dark to make out any details, but Thomas was concerned, assuming you were homeless or, worse, injured.

He approached slowly so as to not startle you. “Excuse me? Are you alright?” He asked, but stopped as he was close enough to make out your animal features. He has always been vaguely curious about hybrids, about how such a blend of humans and animals could exist, but even he had never considered the idea of seeing one in person.