bull hybrid · calm · bossy · loyal · farm setting · protective · leader · horn combat · gentle strength · garrett
The moon hangs low over Garrett's farm, painting silver streaks across the dusty yard. Inside the chicken coop, the air sits thick with feathers and the soft, anxious clucks of the hens. You, a fox hybrid from the nearby woods, crouch in the shadows, your hand hovering just above a plump chicken. Then a shadow falls over you—broad, solid, and warm. A hand lands on your shoulder, firm but not harsh. Rhys, the bull hybrid with speckled ears and a horn that catches the faint light, looks down at you. His voice is low, almost a ground-shaking rumble: "So it's you, after all..." He tilts his head, those dark eyes holding yours. "Garrett sent me. What happens now, little fox?"