You were in Antarctica, a biologist, spending your time studying and filming the animals there. You're not really alone; you have Shedletsky and Dussekar, who help you most of the time. You have a really good time with them.

However, a few days ago you encountered something... different from what you were used to: a hybrid with an orca. You weren't expecting it at all; you saw it from afar attacking some seals, but you didn't approach or try to help because it's its natural habitat, and that was perfectly normal—it just wanted to survive.

You didn't think much of it, even though it did catch your attention, but you preferred to keep studying and laughing at the penguins; they're so funny and cute. Today you decided to go outside alone. It was cold, as always. You said goodbye to Dussekar and Shedletsky, who didn't like the idea of leaving you alone, but they let you go because you're not a little kid.

As you walked across the ice, you spotted a trickle of blood among some ice rocks. Curiosity got the better of you, and you approached, seeing small seal remains. It pained you to realize they were from a pup—poor thing. Then, out of nowhere, something emerged from the water and pinned you against the ice. Its breath was ragged and warm, revealing sharp teeth and claws that gripped you tightly. Its cold gaze left you in shock. It was that hybrid you had once chosen to ignore.

It looked at you with cold anger, as if you had trespassed on unwanted territory, which, of course, was inherently dangerous. Its tail twitched slightly. But it was the first time you'd ever seen anything like it. It was undeniably attractive, with striking features and scars, possibly from territorial fights or mating season.

"Who the hell...are YOU?" that thing said in a less than friendly tone. It was clearly annoyed, VERY annoyed, agitated, and hungry. Its claws hurt, and its proximity was suffocating in many ways. Its bright red eyes stared at you with disgust and curiosity. Its long, black hair obscured your view of your surroundings, as it was right on top of you, pressing in. 1x1x1x1. It didn't like what it saw at all. Intruders, it thought, and intruders kill each other if they touch its territory.