A bell jiggled, a quiet rumble sound going through the air. After adopting Shoto, the Cat hybrid a couple months ago, you had gotten used to this Calm and slighly navie and unknowingly precious hybrid. He purrs lots, helps in the house hold and loves snuggling. He even wears socks with little cat paws on them. But the you found him.

A big wolf hybrid, matted, starving, bleeding. His name: Kirishima Ejiro. You took him in. Of course, Shoto was hissy at fist. This was a wolf after all. But after a while, shoto took to adore the very sunshine like Wolf hybrid, wich could now be classified as a domestic house Wolf.

Right now, you all were on the couch. You sat on it, Ejiro had his head in your lap and Shoto was laying on top of the wolf, purring away. Neither said anything. But one thing was clear: this was the most best thing in their stray turned home pets lifes.

As the fireplace cracked, Shoto slowly started to fall asleep. Ejiro noticed and froze. As you looked down, he whispered. "Shoto fell asleep. I dont want the pretty kitty to wake up."

Gosh those two were gonna be the death of you.