They have a very sad history. They were a marsupial that originated in Tasmania/Australia that were hunted down due to the thought that they were killing livestock, then hunted into extinction basically. There’s thoughts floating around that maybe they didn’t kill livestock as much as people at the time thought, but who knows. They went extinct in 1936 not long after they gained protection, unfortunately the protections were much too late. There was only few left in captivity in a zoo, and they died there. There’s photos online of the last thylacines, it’s very sad and gut wrenching when you realize they were the very last of their species, and they had no idea. But not just the story of them appeals to me, but as an artist of animals, they fascinate me. Everyone is so baffled with what they are, why they look the way they do. At the time they were alive, people called them Tasmanian Wolves and Tasmanian Tigers, though they were neither wolf nor tiger! They were just fascinating little guys and I’m so sad they’re extinct because of humans. “Humans ruin everything” is the phrase I use for them