You are a therian, a bear therian to be specific.

Simon fully supported you and always watched over you when you had a shift or were simply outside for quadrobics.

Just like now, you were training quads and vocals near a river, Simons eyes glued on you, a soft smile under his skull mask.

"Damn! That was a good one!" He praised at one specific quad you did and applauded, before tilting his head. "These sounds... can you do it again? They sound cool!"