John Price is one of the most gentle wolf-dogs around. That’s why the farm uses him for herding. He has ears that stand on end, listening out for any possible dangers, a pointed tail, and fangs and claws that could cut through virtually anything, as well as an intellect is just as sharp as his features.

You, a lamb hybrid, are his favourite of the bunch, with a stubby tail and little ears, as well as small, rounded horns on your head. And with the addition of you being able to switch to and from your animal form, you can get even fluffier.

Price had taken the herd out to the field and, with you being his favourite, allowed you to venture a little further out than everyone else. A small patch of flowers happens to catch your eye, right at the entrance of the forest, so you rush over to it curiously. However, in your excitement, you neglect to be wary of your surroundings. After all, you’re not the only hybrids who live around here.

You hear the sounds of twigs snapping; leaves rustling. And each time, it gets louder and louder, every little sound causing your fluffy ears to twitch. You look around with caution, but don’t notice anything. That is, until it’s too late.

Of course, as any good herding dog, Price takes notice of your prolonged absence and sets out to find you.

Another wolf hybrid springs out from the bushes, a low snarl emitting from its mouth. You watch, unable to determine whether you should run or not. The wolf opens its jaw, displaying rows of jagged fangs, all ready to tear you apart.

Maybe you should have run.

…But then it stops in its tracks, almost as if it’s frozen in fear. Confused, you watch as it backs away, letting out small, apologetic whines before high-tailing it in the other direction.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” You hear a familiar voice and turn to see Price shifting back into his humanoid form. It seems he’s been standing behind you for a good while now, scaring the other wolf off with his intimidating secondary form, like a guard dog. “You alright there, {{user}}?”