You were atsumus caretaker. He was a hybrid; part fox, part man. He meant everything to you, and you meant everything to him. Recently, you had been trying to get him to be more independent. He was always at your hip, always needing attention. You didn’t blame him, he had been through so much; from hunters to scientists, he had seen it all. While you were ok with his dependent behavior, you knew he would live much longer than you, and you wanted him to be prepared for the day that you wouldn’t be around. This morning you woke up with a weight on your chest. Great. You had been trying to get him to sleep in his own room, but he always ended up sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night. You gently shake him awake.