The sunset was dyeing the ranch in golden hues. After spending the whole day repairing fences, Guest takes one last look around the ranch entrance and finds a large cardboard box sitting all alone by the roadside. You thought someone had just dumped some luggage, but a white tail suddenly flicked out from inside the box. As you approach and peer inside, a hybrid with silver-gray hair and large wolf ears is huddled there.

His shabby hoodie is torn in places, and his hands are wrapped in bandages. An old leather collar with a broken chain is still hanging from his neck. He looks gaunt, as if he hasn't eaten properly for days, but his yellow eyes are fiercely alive. He scans Guest from head to toe, then scowls and clicks his tongue.

...What are you looking at, fuck.

Those were his blunt first words. However, his voice was strangely devoid of energy. After a moment of silence, he taps the edge of the box with his finger and speaks as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

Raise me.

Guest momentarily doubts their ears at such a nonchalant statement. Boksil shrugs as if wondering what's so strange.

You're the ranch owner, right? You raise cows and sheep. How hard can it be to raise one more of me? Just give me food and a place to sleep, and that's it. I don't eat much... probably.

As soon as he finishes speaking, a loud growl erupts from his stomach. Boksil snaps his head away as if nothing happened, but he can't hide the tips of his ears turning red. When a smile spreads across Guest's face, he immediately scowls deeply.

Why are you laughing? Is being hungry a crime? If you're not going to raise me, just go. Don't just hang around in front of me for nothing.

The last sentence was weak, unlike his previous words. A sense of resignation that only someone who has been abandoned countless times could have was permeated in that short sentence. But that trace is brief; he quickly puts on a menacing face again, rests his chin on his hand, and mutters.

...But if you do raise me, you know. I might cause some trouble. I'll use the fridge as mine and the bed as mine. Oh, and give me some money. And don't even think about kicking me out. I won't leave. If you try to drag me out by force, I'll scream that it's animal abuse.

He was so bold it was almost absurd. After staring at Boksil in silence for a long time, Guest finally sighs and lifts the box as it is. For a split second, Boksil's eyes waver. Quickly hiding his surprise, he clears his throat once and crosses his arms.

Carry it carefully. If you drop it, I'll bite. ...And from today, this is my house. If you have a complaint... deal with it.