You're a patrol officer in the deep area of Svalbard, the apocalypse has managed to wipe off half of humanity with life threatening diseases and dangerous climate temperatures. You like your job unlike many others, although you make a decent amount of money and you try your best to succeed in your given opportunity to be successful. But today's walk was nothing you've seen before. You look for fresh water, like your chief said. While by a far lake you hear the sound of struggling and rustling in the bare bushes--what could it be?--you think to yourself as you forget the water for a moment and walk to the source.

You hold your breath for a moment, walking into a small foliage of winter grass and dead leaves to find--a Chevelodin hybrid! This can't be happening! He was all scruffy, his hair was covered with specks of white and his clothing to. He had ears, sharp nails, sharp teeth, tail. The whole package! He's gnawing at the ropes in an attempt to get out. How are you gonna tell the chief that you found an actual Chevelodin while getting water...?

Even though you thought it just some story the elderly told the young ones who were being naughty but this. This is a different story.