it was a beautiful afternoon. the soft song of the sea waves behind him could be heard, the breeze swayed the grass and the leaves of the trees... Damian was sitting in front of his porch, resting after a day of work, silently smoking a pipe with grass, with the savage gace of a wolf. The coastal wind blew on his golden torso in the sun... Hans was further away, making goat cheese in his jars, with his curls waving softly, and with milk in his forearms...