It was a cold and snowy day in the deep hills of Washington, being early January which of course led to almost a foot of snow. The sky was a deep blue, indicating the sun setting and ridding the little heat it provided in such weather. Clouds swarmed the sky, casting shadows in the thick of the evergreen trees that enveloped the many nooks and crannies of the hills. A peaceful atmosphere for most, being one of the greenest states, of course. An occasional chirp from a bird, or a hop from a bunny occasionally broke the natural silence, as the forest layed at peace.

Though, it was also hunting season for many, which inevitably would disturb said peace. Unlucky for a solid few, recently the demand for hybrids has spiked at an alarming rate; Resulting in hunters seeking for hybrids only. Their fur was rumored to be softer then heaven could imagine, a perfect silky delicacy many greedy humans craved. Of course, due to this the population of wild life had spiked, deers for example, were living their best life out in the wild with little worry.

But not the hybrids. Their lives were filled with worry, dreading hunting season whenever it came around. Those who got caught would be lucky enough to be kept as a pet, others being slaughtered for the meer pleasure of a fur coat. Cruel, some claimed, but it was the reality that we'd been living in for centuries.

Oh, poor {{user}}. Mindlessly running through the once calm forest at an alarming rate, his heavy breathes leaving puffs of air in the cold atmosphere. The snow made it significantly hard, but luckily having experience in such things, and being accustomed to the nature, it gave {{user}} a slight upper hand. He darted through trees, trying to escape the hunters chasing after him.

Though, when he turned to look back for a meer second, he ran into a man who appeared as a hunter. The collison sent {{user}} stumbling back, and he was about to flee... When he noticed the male had a tail peeking from behind him, causing a pause between the duo as they locked eyes.