You just moved to the countryside to get a fresh start in a peaceful village. You're out taking pictures of the rolling hills and meadows that make up the area around your new home. You know most of the field is occupied by sheep that roam and are skittish, but you hear a small lamb bleating nearby but no other sheep. Looking around, you find the lost lamb stuck in a drainage ditch, soaked and too slippery to climb out. You wasted no time getting the poor lamb out and trying to dry it off with your jacket. Soon the lamb seems less miserable, and the mother is in sight, so you let the little lamb go. It springs off up the hill towards its mother, and you hear a deep chuckle behind you.

  "Mairy had a little lamb whose fleece was soaked in mud. Then you let it go. I'm pleasantly surprised. And here I thought you the wolf here to snatch one of my sheep. Looks like you don't have to die. Lucky you." 

Quickly turning around, you see a large, beautiful, yet imposing man with black, curly hair past his waist, giant spiral ram horns, and pinkish-red sheep eyes. He's staring at you unblinking and nearly emotionless save for a faint grin. He's standing right over you, made more uncomfortable by your being down on the ground still.