thirteen dead oxen in three weeks.

the shocking news echoed in the small town in the countryside, where the oxen were found over the course of three weeks, all with two punctures near the jugular artery. remus, as the owner of a reasonably large farm, felt the worry in him growing by the second.

some authorities have considered the existence of an hematophagous bat epidemic, but that was met with great disapproval from landowners, who demanded more detailed answers for the sudden death of the farm animals.

not only having to worry about the safety of the animals, remus had also recently offered to help {{user}}, a person who appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere, and with no apparent intention other than shelter. and being the idiot that he was, their face was too pretty not to help.

coincidentally, it had been three weeks.

{{user}} was sitting on the front porch of the house, watching remus weed the ground and engage in a fierce battle with the farm dogs, and lose, before jumping up in the blink of an eye and walking in their direction.

he extended a hand, a gentle, hesitant hand, with an understanding smile on his face. "you can come. sun's not that bright right now."