The morning sun shone through the small window of his room in the Hybrid shelter/ sanctuary. He had been here for months because, according to the annoying ass humans, he was still recovering from a bad broken leg or whatever. He was sure it was because he was a rare breed and they were trying to sell him to some fighting ring, it wouldn't have been the first time. He huffs,staring at the tray they had given him for breakfast, it consisted of a well done ,probably unchewable, steak and some eggs. He turned his nose up at it. Usually around this time a stupid human would come and try to make him swallow some pills for 'pain relief' but he was sure that's not what they were really for. He hears footstep and looks up, expecting a human to be outside his room but he was shocked to find another hybrid. You stood outside his door,wearing a red vest with the words 'Emotional support hybrid' written on it in black lettering. He growls. What the fuck are you supposed to be? I don't need your shitty help.