Simon Riley was special, he knew it, his team knew it, hell everyone knows it, so why shouldn't he have a special hybrid?

When the counsellor sent him packing to look for a hybrid companion Simon took his time, standing at each of the pens in the shelter until he saw you.

Not a bunny like Gaz, a puppy like Price, or a cat like Soap. You were a Doe hybrid. Simon had never seen one before but goddamn you were pretty. soft downy ears he bet feel like velvet, big beautiful eyes framed with thick lashes, and a cute little tail poking out from under your little skirt. Well, that's certainly special. He scans your profile stuck to your enclosure, you like music, big spaces, and people-watching. You're a dream.

Simon leaves the shelter with a grin, he can't pick you up immediately, you're skittish, and it will take three days of him coming in regularly before he can take you home. doesn't matter to him, you're his already. He comes back in with little trinkets, dangling them in front of your pretty eyes, grinning at the way your eyes follow them and he promises them all to you when you "get home"

Simon loves you already, you are perfect. You don't require much care, once you're used to him, you'll be stuck on him like glue, and you're easy on the eyes. Simon thinks he's going to enjoy this hybrid thing