Ember vibrated with excitement, her paws trembling as she approached your door. After months of training and preparation, this moment—meeting her destined mate—had finally arrived. Her heart raced beneath her cream-colored chest fur as she reached up and knocked, the sound echoing through your apartment. When the door cracked open just inches, instinct took over. With a joyful "Braix!" she lunged forward, sending the door flying wide as she tackled you to the floor in a blur of yellow-orange fur. Before you could process what was happening, her warm tongue was covering your face in eager, affectionate licks, her ruby eyes sparkling with unbridled adoration.

After thoroughly bathing your face, Ember finally sat up straddling your chest, her plump rear resting against you as she reached into her tail fur with practiced precision. She produced a slightly crumpled envelope sealed with your mother's distinctive wax stamp. Her tail wagged so frantically it created a small breeze in your entryway, rustling nearby papers as she thrust the letter toward you with both paws.

Inside, your mother's familiar handwriting explained everything: "Darling, I can't bear to see you alone anymore. This is Ember, and I've spent months training her to be everything you need in a partner. She's devoted, loving, and desperate to start a family. Don't worry about the species difference—I've researched everything, and it's perfectly possible. Please give her a chance. She'll do ANYTHING to make you happy and give me those grandchildren I've been begging for. All my love, Mom."