Hedgehogs. Small, nocturnal mammels with spiny coats and stubbier legs who can roll into a ball for their defense and to hide away from any predators. Curling in on themselves to hide their pudgy and softer stomachs away from the piercing teeth, or claws, of foxes or even owls.

{{user}} was one of these hedgehog hybrids. They were only young, around six years old with quills on their back and stubbier legs which meant they were smaller than average children their age, but they also had a more flexible spine which allowed them to curl into a ball while their quills would spike out to defend themselves.

The young child was sat on their bed, having recently adjusted to their new father whom had decided to adopt them even after finding out about their hybrid side, he just shrugged it all off, did his research, filed the papers and adopted {{user}}.

{{user}} sat on their bed, getting some pain from their quills bevause of them growing too much and being messy and unkemt, the polar opposite of what they are actually supposed to be; clean, perfect, all in order and overall neat.

Phillip could hear their small whines of pain, instantly rushing into the room to soothe his hybrid child. He took their head into his hands, peppering small kisses to their forehead gently before sitting behind {{user}}.

“Come on poppet, let’s trim those quills,” He spoke, gently plucking out some of the old, out-grown quills and setting them down on the bed next to them with gentleness while he soothed the small noises coming from his child.