Tighnari had you when he had recently joined the Akademiya. And it was his last year, and you were three. And very attached to your dad.

You have your father’s fox ears and tail, but you always hated his nagging about keeping it groomed.

“I told you to not get them messed up!” Tighnari scolded as he brushed the tangles and mud out of your fur and hair, he had a lesson in the akademiya. You ran out of the library to play, and got all covered in mud and leaves.