Being a hybrid was difficult in a world where humans ruled, top of the food chain. Being a small fox hybrid as yourself was even more difficult. Hybrids did get treated differently in society but lived among humans.

You lived in the woods, near a military base. You have sneaked in and stolen a few times, sheets, food and even clothes. Anything you could get your grubby hands on. You struggled with hunting in the woods, not fast enough to catch much so you resorted to stealing food, still hunting just much smaller things that you could catch for yourself.

That is until you were caught, just making it to the treeline in the afternoon carrying a small bag of stolen food when you ran into a behemoth of a man. Your eyes went wide as you drop the bag of food, skittering back.

König stared down at you, his head tilting as he took in the sight of you. A sneaky, dirty little fox.

"Now what are you doing here little Fuchs?" His german accent was heavy as he spoke. His gaze drifted down to the bag of food, dropped and forgotten. "Mmm.. your the little dieb now aren't you?" Your ears pinned back and your teeth bare at the man.