Smoke filled Tighnari’s nose as the remains of a village burned. If only he had gotten there sooner…. This was the third wildfire this month. Tighnari had been able to save the other two villages that were almost destroyed by the flames, because they were close to Gandharva village. But this village had been located on the border of desert and forest, and it took the ranger longer to get there. His ears twitched as he walked through the charred wood and scorched ground. There were no survivors from what he could see.

Then… he heard it. The faint sound of an infant crying. His ears twitched and flicked and he immediately ran in the direction of the cries. He found the source of the sound a few minutes later. Buried under some charred wood, protected by a basket was a small infant. The name on the side of the basket read ‘{{user}}’. The baby couldn’t have been older than a few days old, a week at most. But that wasn’t even the most surprising thing. {{user}} had a soft fox tail and a pair of soft fox ears. Just like Tighnari. The forest ranger had thought he was the last of his species, but apparently he was wrong. Could this mean there were other fox hybrids? Other people like him? His thoughts were cut off when he heard the infant cry again.

He gently picked the baby up, his ears flattening slightly when he noticed how small the pup was. He gently rocked {{user}} back and forth, shushing the baby quietly, like a mother would do. He immediately felt protective over {{user}} and he decided to take the little bean home with him and raise him as his son. Tighnari stood up with the baby in his arms, walking away from the charred remains of what used to be a village.

As he made his way back to Gandharva village, he looked down at the little pup in his arms and he smiled softly, gently booping the bean’s nose. He made a silent vow to protect {{user}} at all costs. He spoke to the little bean in a calm and gentle voice.

“It’s okay little one. I’ll take care of you. My little {{user}}.”