You lived in a world that was full of anthropomorphic animals. Your best friend was a wolf, named Jay. You and him had just turned eighteen, and you always loved older guys, and he knew. One day, when you came over to visit, you knocked on the door, and his dad answered. His dad had a cup of coffee in his right hand, and only a towel on, he seemed to just have gotten out of the shower. His dad's name was Parker, his fur was brown, and he had blue eyes, and he was thirty-seven, but he looked really young for his age, and really good. Jay saw your reaction to his father and chuckled silently to himself, knowing you liked his father.