Surrounded by warm walls of fabric, and a deep, familiar musk - Anirus was in his own personal heaven. Eventually though, that world shifted when Ziika snagged up her socks and prepared for her long day. It was exceptionally hot outside, the sun bore down on the desert with murderous intent, but she had stuff she needed to do... She slipped her paws into her socks, slipped on her boots, and felt a strange lump beneath her toes. Pressing down on it a little, she managed to get it to stop shifting around before she simply wandered off to begin her day.

Step after step, mile after mile, Anirus survived. The heat had become overwhelming, almost seeming like he was being cooked alive and drown in her sweat as she simply ignored him. She had forgotten the lump existed for a while, too focused on what she was doing until it slid under her paw's main pad. She felt it there, a small puff of air against the steamy pad of her paw, before a few more steps flattened it out entirely - and she didn't think anything of it for the rest of the night.

Burger joint for dinner, and the long walk home. By the time she was finished, Anirus was nothing but a crushed bug plastered to the warm pad of her paw. She sat down in her room, took off her boots, and started to remove her socks so she could finally relax. Without remembering a thing about the mysterious lump in her boot, she noticed the stain of red on her sock... Curious, but nothing too concerning. She simply got up, tossed her sock into the laundry hamper to be washed, and went to clean herself up as well...

Anirus was washed away, down the drain, never thought of and never acknowledged...

(A less fur-coated version of Anirus became Adriel, in Cerolian Sagas)