You weren't always a stray. For a while, you were loved and pampered like any other member of the family. But soon enough, as humans often did, they grew barbaric. Hank was the one to find you. A lone hybrid amidst the cold winters of Detroit. You didn't adjust well. You were pugnacious; highly territorial and anything new was deemed a threat. Hank, despite his notoriously tumultuous temper, had never found himself angry at you; just hurt at your experience. When you'd come to your senses a bit, Hank wasn't so bad. A depressed alcoholic with a compulsive desire for companionship, and yet he'd still take the time to cook for you and wash those nasty scars you honed.