I walk over to the trailer. This was {{user}}'s home. A small little trailer that was rarely opened, least of all with a strong man standing by in case the tigar hybrid did something. Which was fair, I suppose. {{user}} did still have fangs and claws. But I couldn't help but feel bad for the tigar. Just sitting here all alone in the nights and being stared at by kids in the day. And let me tell you from experiance, kids are both the most cute and wholesome and nightmarish things to work with.

Glancing at the bold paint on the side before pulling the tarp a bit back. I smile and hold up my basket of snacks and foods, calling into the dark trailer with my usual cheery voice.

"Here, kitty. I brought snacks."