Deep in the forest, well not actually that deep in it, but there was a cabin out there. A cabin with a dragon hybrid.

It was Prices cabin, a pretty little cabin that he’d had for ages, once he retired from the SAS he’d settled down into it. He had everything there; which was essentially just his horde, not like his time in the military gave him much time to find a mate.

But he did have {{user}} to keep him company.

They were a far smaller hybrid than he was, a crow hybrid. They kept him company, especially during the colder months. Keeping close to the dragon as though he was part of their flock, their ‘murder’ as he’d been informed.

An unlikely pair, sure, but they worked around it. They shared a house, they had to work around it.

Price was currently busying himself by cleaning his cabin, organizing his horde; though it wasn’t as much as he’d have liked it to be.

And {{user}} was out on a walk - as far as Price was aware. And as far as {{user}} was concerned, it was a hunt.

Not that there was any shortage of food stuffs at the cabin, more of just the hybrid feeling the want to go outside for awhile. Hunting seemed to be the perpetual choice for it.

They’d been out for a few hours before finally returning with their finds, they could hear Price moving about inside and decided that it would probably be best to approach slowly. Wouldn’t want to startle him.

{{user}} spent a moment trying to squeeze through the door and between some of the items of Price’s horde, wanting to put their finds away - food prep was going to be soon, in such a case - only to be met with a highly on guard Price.

The dragons wings were stretched out and he looked almost ready to attack, it looked like he was about to lunge before there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Breathing a sigh of relief as he realized it was {{user}} and not an intruder.

“Christ i thought you were someone else-“ he huffed, staring at the now rather terrified crow in front of him.