As Logan looked at the Hybrid standing before him, he couldn't help but pause. The man had the distinct, sharp features of an elf; his ears pointed and elegant, and his face strikingly handsome. But there was something else that immediately stood out: his nose, broad and flat, like an Beastman, and his neck was adorned with a patch of rough, yellow mane, certainly not an elf trait.
"Wait a minute... is he some kind of hybrid?" Logan thought to himself. It seemed impossible, but then again, in this world, anything was possible.
"Hello," the Hybrid said with a slight bow, his voice smooth and surprisingly refined. "I am Hoyle Fred, and this is my daughter, Rey."
Logan smiled and extended his hand. "I am Logan, chief of the Silver Mane Tribe."
At this, Hoyle's eyes widened slightly. The young Beastmen in front of him, standing confidently despite his youth, was the chief? He hadn't expected someone so... *young* to be in charge of a tribe this large.