Not long ago, Ford had stumbled upon you—a small and young cryptid—and decided to keep you. What had begun as a research project quickly turned into something more as Ford grew attached to you. Fiddleford, however, wasn’t thrilled. To him, you were an unknown entity—a potential threat.

Now, with Ford away on another one of his expeditions, Fiddleford had been left to watch over you. You lay curled up in your blanket, while Fiddleford stood nearby, arms crossed, his wary eyes fixed on you.

"Stanferd thinks y’are cute now," he muttered under his breath. "But soon enough, y’ull get bigger, an' then y’ull turn on us, ya ornery critter."