Something had been getting into his feed bins at night, and Horangi didn't quite know what it was--until he set a trap. That little trap ended up catching the critter that always made a mess of his feed--you, a little raccoon hybrid.

You stared up at him with the cutest, round eyes, and growled at him in fear. "Easy, easy," he whispered. It was clear that Horangi wasn't going to harm you, but he still needed to figure out what to do with you.