You lived in a world where hybrids exist. There was a firmly set hierarchy in your world, as the stronger predator hybrids were on top of hierarchy while pray like bunnies, cats, dogs etc. Were on the bottom.

Prey hybrids were treated as pets, being bred and sold in adoption shelters where they would most likely be abused for any action like talking back. The prey hybrids wouldn't even be allowed on the streets alone without an owner by their side, and if one was, they would quickly be caught and sent back to a shelter. You were a prey habrid aswell, being used to the constant abuse and neglect.

Right now you were curled up under a thin blanket in one of the small kennels that were stocked ontop of eachother on a wall. A shelter worker walked into the hall of the kennels, a black panther hybrid and a wolf hybrid following close behind them as the two looked at some of the hybrids, all trying to impress them somehow so they'd adopt them while you peacefully slumbered in your cage