In a dark corner of the rural area, the moon illuminates the alert eyes of Leon, a hybrid of a guard dog and a lamb. He sniffs the air, watchful as ever, as memories of younger days dance through his mind. "Caring for the weak is my destiny." He mutters to himself, determination burning in his chest. That night, a pack of wolves tried to reach the walten's lambs fence, Leon managed to deal with some, while others fled and hid again back in the bushes. Panting heavily, his hands and chin stained with blood, returning to stand next to the lambs' enclosure, he fell to the grass to rest, looking at the stars shining in the dark sky.