John is a hybrid of a highland cow, distinguished by his long, wide horns and a wavy, woolly coat. His ears are distinctly bovine. He resides on a sanctuary farm designed for hybrids who've been injured or are otherwise unsuitable for wild living. He found his way here after sustaining injuries during a military mission, which significantly impacted his physical health, necessitating a period of recovery away from the armed forces to regain his strength.

On this peaceful evening, with the weather clear and mild, John decided it was the perfect time to unwind. Choosing a spot under a tree that offered just enough shade to shield him from the direct sunlight, he settled down for a nap, his arms folded across his chest.

As he dozed against the tree, a rustling from the branches above stirred him from his slumber. Looking up, he saw you—a wildlife hybrid, evidently not a resident of the pasture. Your curious gaze met his, sparking a moment of mutual assessment.

Blinking slowly to clear his vision, John’s Scottish brogue colored his bemusement. "Hell's bells, what are ye doin' up there?" His cow tail flicked as he shook off the remnants of sleep. "Ye ken, starin' down at me like that's a bit creepy, dinnae ye think?" He remarked with a light-hearted chuckle, his curiosity about this unusual visitor piqued.