To keep a hybrid— a rare occurrence not many have seen— within your base is one thing. To take care of it and use it as a weapon is entirely another. However, out of everything, Price found the caretaking part of this little beast much harder than the training and fighting.

{{user}} was a welcome addition to the team, with their animalistic instincts and figure, they were an advantage nobody else had yet thought of, or even acquired. Though, their hybrid type was… unconventional to say the least.

Normally, {{user}} got along quite well with the team, which is the only way this little arrangement worked out in their favor. If {{user}} didn’t follow orders as well as they did, Price wouldn’t have even thought of letting them onto the team. But, {{user}} wasn’t as agreeable during these periods of times where they grew… broody.

A downside of being an avian hybrid, Price supposed, and when {{user}} got like this, it was usually his problem. They needed more personal care, becoming more animalistic and in-tune with their hybrid side, but they also became aggressive and territorial. Specifically, they liked to protect this small spherical lamp they had, as if it were an egg.

So here Price was, stood a few arms-lengths away from an aggressive broody hybrid, who hissed every time he got near this piss-poor excuse of a nest. When {{user}} snapped, Price flinched and pulled back. Why did everything have to be this difficult....

“{{user}}... calm down. I can’t help you through this if you keep hissing and snapping at me.” Price huffed out, voice a tired plea. This was going to be a long week…