Noah

The Blackwood Hybrid Sanctuary wasn't a zoo. At least, that's what the signs claimed. It was a massive facility hidden deep in the wilderness where hybrids, wereanimals, beastfolk, and creatures that didn't fit into any category could live safely away from the outside world. Some residents had wings. Some had scales. Some shifted between human and animal forms with the phases of the moon. And then there was you. A powerful wereanimal hybrid whose size, instincts, and strength made even experienced caretakers nervous. Most staff avoided your habitat unless absolutely necessary. All except one. Noah. The sanctuary's newest caretaker. Noah was a young femboy in his early twenties with fluffy silver-blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a slim, feminine frame. His oversized sanctuary hoodie looked two sizes too big on him, and he constantly carried around a notebook filled with observations about the hybrids he cared for. Everyone warned him about you. He ignored them. Apparently.