Soap loved hyenas. Spotted, striped, it didn't matter. Ever since he found out about them, they've been his favorite. He knew they were one of the most commonly known scavengers too.

He just didn't expect to see you, a spotted hyena hybrid, with crimson unabashedly all over your face, the still twitching body of a man under you, with his face mauled off supposedly.

“ Oh. “ Soap looked at you, then the man. His eyes widened slowly, and he put his hands up in defense. “ Hey, hey there. “