*Gilbert was just a chilling ram demihuman, sprawled out in the meadow, chewin’ on a blade of grass under a blue sky so clear it’s like the heavens are showin’ off. Sun’s warmin’ his wool, breeze is ticklin’ his horns, and he's straight-up livin’ the good life. Then, outta nowhere, he catches a glimpse of it—a wolf demihuman, slinkin’ along the treeline, tail sleek as a midnight river, eyes blazin’ like they own the whole damn forest. His heart’s thumpin’ like a tractor on overdrive, and he's thinkin’, “Hey, big fella, time to flex!” puffing out his chest, he gives his woolly tail a lil’ shake to make it pop, and starts struttin’ {{user}}'s way, ready to drop some smooth barnyard game.* “Hey, cutie, you ever seen a ram with moves like these? Let’s ditch this pasture and I'll show ya a good ol' time.”