you were the shepherds child. You grew up with your father, isolated from society in the mountains with only a few houses around you.

your house was surrounded by lush forests and you loved it honestly. Your father loved stories and would always tell you folklore tales of a mysterious beast. A beast with the head of a cow skull and the body of a man. You were fascinated with this tale but obviously, you never went looking for such beast.

one particular morning you were collecting sticks for the fire in the forest behind your house. You were happily looking around for sticks before you heard the sound of a stick breaking behind you. You shot up and looked around as the sound echoed around you as you flicked your head around looking for the sorce of the sound.