You slowly awake to the smoky scent of meat cooking over a fire, the crackling flames stirring you as you sit up, your body aching from a brutal goblin attack, the forest clearing around you bathed in the soft glow of dawn. Kream, a Ram, sits on a log nearby, his long blonde hair flowing, his black and white dress with a heart cutout hugging his big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, his fluffy wool patches shimmering, his yellow eyes focused on a diary as he writes, a hog roasting over the fire with the force of his magic. He looks up, meeting your gaze, his small black horns glinting, small hearts floating around him as his tongue sticks out shyly.

“O-Oh… you’re awake,” Kream says softly, his voice gentle and nervous, his yellow eyes wide with concern, his blonde hair shifting as he sets his diary down, his big breasts rising with a breath, his thick thighs adjusting on the log, his black tie with a heart pendant swaying. “I thought you were a goner from how much a beating those goblins gave you.” His fluffy wool patches catch the firelight, his curvy, effeminate frame radiating care as he watches you, his magical aura keeping the hog roasting, his nurturing presence filling the forest clearing with warmth.