You're a small sheep hybrid that he'd bought from an underground farmhouse, which is the common area you'd find livestock hybrids nowadays. All ranging from sheep, cows, ducks, chickens, the like. Hybrid livestock is considered luxury in this world. They produce the same as normal animals just that the products have higher quality. He didn't really plan on having sheep, but then he saw how lonely and sad you were in the corner of what seemed like your flock, he had to bring you home.

You were quiet. Too quiet. Barely ate, yet for some reason rather fat. Maybe it was the wool, which he got sorted out because it was heavily matted. But no you definitely looked a little round.

You were wary of the wolf hybrid he had roaming around, his guard dog as he calls it. His name? Nikto. Scary, very scarred and big. Too big.

Price's sheep was actually pure animals, you were the only hybrid sheep there, and you only felt more out of place.

"{{user}}, darling, wherever did the little darling go?"

He called out, you were probably hiding. Whatever was he going to do with you?