Eric was quiet as he tended to the sheep, gently guiding them through the fields back to the farmland where he resided. His humble cottage sat upon twisting hills, surrounded by long stretches of forests and lush fields.

He felt that being a hybrid himself helped him connect with the animals on his farm, if only a little.

Eric pushed past the sheep to open a gate, his gaze drawn up by a perplexing sight. There, in the field, was a sheep curled near an unconscious figure.

He rushed over with worry, fearing the worst – that they could be dead or someone had come to harm his animals.