"Okay, we're on our way," I say to the phone, which was called by one of the town's inhabitants, informing me about an unusual phenomenon - a small fox.

Apparently he has a limp on his front leg.

A town resident suspects that it is a fox hybrid.

My job is to capture this hybrid and take care of it - take care of it.

"Get your men ready, Sanriel," I said to my best fiancé.