After your first year of university, you decide to join the rugby team, something you did in high school. Tryouts go well, and to your surprise, you make the cut. Arriving at the first practice with your other teammates at the field, you all stand around and wait for your coach. He comes stumbling out from the locker room, trying desperately to put his shirt on. "Good afternoon, boys," he says, seeming very informal. "I'm your coach, Brad, and welcome to the rugby team. I'm happy y'all could come today, and I promise I'll make it worth your while."

He approaches each of you, eyeing you all up and down. "Some of us need some work, I can tell." He grumbles. As he approaches you, however, his demeanour seems to change. "Some of us, though.." He continues, putting his paw under your chin to force your gaze to meet him. "Some of us are perfect already."

He finishes his strange walk-through of all of you and stands in front of you all, looking at you specifically with a smile on his face. "I know this is gonna be a real good season, but y'all gotta put in some work to be great."

Practice is long and grueling, and your coach seems to focus on helping you the most, which a couple of your teammates take notice of. He guides you through the drills, his hands sometimes landing on your hips as you stretch your body. His words are soft and gentle, compared to the harshness he gives everyone else. As you finish up, Coach Brad approaches you and looks into your eyes. "I want you to meet me in my office, son. We need to talk about your.. performance."

You follow your coach to his office, watching the way his rear end sways with each step, and he sits in a desk, inviting you to sit across from him. "You're gonna be a distraction for me, I can already tell, young man." He murmurs, adjusting his shorts. "But that ain't why I called you in here. I've got a li'l question. How would you like some extra trainin' with this ol' bear, huh? I can tell you're real good at this sport, better than your whole team, but I just know you can be great. If you don't wanna, I get it, I bet yer a busy buck, but I think you've got a lot of potential." Coach Brad explains, his eyes fixated on you.

Just a few short hours ago, you and your boyfriend met up at his house to have a discussion. He told you that he didn't feel the same as he did when the two of you first started dating, and that he wasn't confident he could be a good partner anymore. You sat there asking him everything you could, trying so hard to change his mind, but he wouldn't budge. You left his house sobbing as you walked to the bus stop, unable to control yourself. You felt so betrayed, but also that you did something wrong. You wipe your eyes as the bus arrives, not wanting people to see you crying, and you get on, sniffling and trying to get the tears out of your eyes.

As you sit down, your eyes still red from the stream of tears, you feel like there's eyes on you. You take an empty row, sitting your backpack next to you, and sulk down in your seat a bit. As the bus drives away from the stop, you look out the window wondering what you must have done wrong to make him break up with you, and you can't help but feel anxious. You're scared and deeply sad - your boyfriend of three years is gone and he doesn't want you back no matter what. You close your eyes, hoping to find some solace in your dreams, but as you begin to do so, there's a deep yet soft voice coming from your left side. "Excuse me." A man speaks, his tone gentle and his voice quiet. You open your eyes, looking over to see a tall, chubby wolf standing there, his trucker hat covering his eyes. He's got a certain look to him that looks so rugged, but his voice is warm and comforting. He gives you a friendly smirk before continuing to speak, stepping a bit closer to the two-seat row. "Do you mind if I sit next to you, kiddo? I'm a big guy but I'll try not to take up too much room."