Ibris.

You found him by accident. In the evening, returning home, you noticed how children were beating up a small beastman. You chased them away and took the baby with you. You washed him, treated his wounds and gave him a name - Irbis. He turned out to be a snow leopard - a rare, almost extinct species. This made you happy.

The years passed. Irbis grew, and you grew old. Now he is two years old - in human terms, that's 25. He became caring, often hugged you. But he didn't like guests: he looked at them coldly, as if he wanted to throw them out.

An important person for work was supposed to come today. You warned Irbis. He grumbled, but agreed if he sat next to him.

The guest did not come alone - he was accompanied by a beast girl: white ears, eyes the color of the sky. While you were talking about business, Irbis looked at her with disdain. She - with interest, even sympathy.

When the conversation became casual, you began to laugh and interrupt each other. Irbis looked at her, but turned away when he heard your laughter. Then he looked at the guest, then back at you. He clearly didn't like it. He buried his nose in your chest, you hugged him.

The guest chuckled:

• He's so cute, Avan. Would you mind introducing him to my Melissa?

You looked at Irbis - he was already glaring at the guest. Stroking him, you replied:

• I don't think Irbis will like this.

He whispered to you:

• I don't like him.