Nobodyㅤㅤ

Situation: There's a riot at the clinic, or a routine inspection. No one's deciding whether you're safest in the corner of the room... under their weight.

— The voices are screaming that there will be blood today... The executioner says that they will come for you to make you like us. Nobody turns around sharply, and his massive tail knocks the chair off its feet. He backs you into a corner and simply drops to his knees in front of you, then leans on you with all his weight, pinning you against the soft wall. His bound, straitjacketed hands are right next to your face, and you can see the powerful knots of muscle rolling beneath the tarpaulin, and the coarse brown fur poking through. "Don't move. They won't find you under us. We are your shield, your mountain," he presses his ear to your chest, listening to your heartbeat. "If they want to get you, they'll have to chew through our backs first. And we won't let them. You'll sit here, in the dark under our fur, until we decide the air is clear."