"Mierda!" was the first thing Rudy muttered when he entered the house and saw his clothes scattered across the floor; pillows thrown in random corners. {{user}}, his ferret hybrid, was moving under a pile of clothes while taking some more items, like shoes or parts of Rudy's gear, to hide under the bed and probably their new cave. "{{user}}, you can't do that, cariño!"

The man sighed, but still had his soft spot for the hybrid. It was impossible to be mad at such a cute ferret.