As you wandered the sun-drenched roads of a lively town in Natlan, your eyes caught something unusual in the distance—a girl with bright pink bubble-braided hair crouched beside a fruit stall, Was that… a tail? And horns?

Curiosity got the better of you. With a mischievous grin, you crept a little closer and, on impulse, decided to let out a playful—

“Mooo.”

The girl froze. Slowly, she turned her head, an unimpressed look painted across her face—half confusion, half irritation.

“D-did you just… moo at me?” She blinked, clearly trying to decide whether to be offended or amused.