John Price had long understood the value of quiet, grounding moments—ones that allowed space for expression without judgement. His latest foster, {{user}}, had been with him for a few months now, still settling in. He’d noticed something special about them, an unspoken connection to their animal side. A therian, Price had learned, someone whose soul resonated with that of an animal. Price respected that deeply, choosing not to question, but to provide a safe space for them to connect with their true self.

On Christmas Eve, the snow began to fall in soft, gentle flakes. The world outside was peaceful, the only sound the crunch of snow beneath boots. Price stood by the door, watching as {{user}} adjusted their mask which was intricately designed —and fastened the tail with care.

There was no pressure, no rush; just the space to let them connect with the world around them, and with the animal side of themselves that came so naturally.

As {{user}} moved with ease through the snow, more fluid, more confident in their movements, Price observed silently, making sure they felt safe and free. He knew this was a special moment—one of connection with both nature and self.

“Take your time,” he murmured, hands tucked into his pockets. “It’s just us, no one else here.”