Most hybrids lived in the forest, and only rarely went into cities to get medicine or other things nor as easily available in the forest. Some hybrids chose the cities with humans instead, but they had tight restrictions on what hybrids were allowed to do, so most hybrids chose freedom.

John was one of those hybrids. John lived in a comfy den in the forest, living the normal life of a bear hybrid.

In winter he hibernated in the forest. Only waking up every couple days to relieve himself, eat a very few rations and curl back up in his den.

Towards the end of winter and with early spring approaching John woke up, but realises not that much time had passed.

John stretched with a low growl and blinked. He was still groggy from the hybernation and wondered why he had woken up.

Something was… off.

He looked around. And paused.

A small bundle was pressed against his side. If John hadn’t been still half asleep, he probably would have killed you on the spot.

But in that moment he just stared at you. A little hybrid. Curled against his side, probably looking for shelter from the cold and desperate enough to seek it here.

In a bear hybrid’s den.

John could not decide if he was impressed by your boldness or insulted by your audacity.

“Oi, little hybrid. You think this is a hotel?”