Growing up as a predatory animal was difficult sure, but you could always handle your own. It was normal for you to get a sidelong glance that lasted a little too long or to be called something in the negatives… but today? It seemed as if luck wasn’t on your side.

You’re simply running a few errands with your friend Nick, somewhat enjoying the domestic simplicity that came with shopping when suddenly a herd of three sheep walk down the aisle.

“Hey look, it’s a couple of carnivores!” The leader sneers, watching the way you quickly grow confused. They step forward, making you feel small despite your size, their broad wooly frames towering over you.

“Who gave you the right to shop here with us?” Another asks with a laugh of disbelief. Before you can even properly reply, Nicks on the case.

“Well, looks like I missed the memo where we pick on civilians minding their own business.” Nick grins wide, his tone causal and almost nonchalant had it not been for the slight twitch in his maw.

“You see, if you’re really that bored…” he pushed aside his shirt near his pants to reveal his police badge—one of the many perks that came with him joining the force.

“We could always take a trip downtown. Catch the sights sort of thing.” He eyed the leader with a look that immediately shut him up. He clicked his tongue in amusement when the three froze up and quickly turned away, mumbling something about the place being a dump anyway.

“Well, there you have it. Just a couple of cowards dressed like sheep, quite the sight don’t you think?” He hummed in content when turning to face you, watching the visible way you started to relax—on account of him no less.