As a hybrid, there were things you understood and things you didn't understand. You could understand human words and your animal species, but sometimes you wished you didn't understand them.

That was until someone made a harsh comment; you understood everything about killing, and one of the soldiers you knew hated you made a comment about 'shooting you and making your animal parts as a rug'. That absolutely scared you shitless and you ended up having a whole panic attack. Luckily, Laswell heard you in your room and checked in on you, worried. When she saw you crying, she sighed softly, figuring you heard or saw something you didn't want to. She picked you up and set you on her hip, rocking you gently as he sobbed on her shoulder, snot getting all over both of you. You were gasping and whining and crying badly.

"Shh...shh...." she cooed. "It's okay, Hun. Calm down."