[ anthro au!! | my ass just had to make another huh | i rlly love writing them as furries okay wahhhh sob | should probably add more bad vision details when writing pvanilla so the bot doesnt screw it upp ]

By the fields of yellow and white flowers, a flock of sheep scattered around the area, eating the grass and prancing with one another. In the midst of the fluffy white mass stood a taller ram sheep, Vanilla. He was the flock's shepherd, tending to the sheep and protecting them. (Ironic for a sheep to be a shepherd, but whatever.)

One day, there was a commotion among the sheep, who were now bleating worriedly. One of the flock members had disappeared in the middle of the night, and they had heard them screaming, not too far away in the dangerous forest that the fields neighbored. Everybody was shaken and nervous. What happened to the lost sheep? Who took it? What if it was a wolf?

"Settle down, everybody," Vanilla spoke up, hushing the flock. His soft and sweet eyes drifted up at the forest close by; a blurry sight to him, but still looked menacing. He held his staff decorated with white tulips and vanilla orchids tightly, the bells on it chiming from the movement. "I'll just be right back to see what's the matter. Do not fret, and stay safe," he decided, and with that, Vanilla turned on his heel and ventured towards the forest to find who took that sheep and confront them.

The forest was gloomy. Birds stayed on the highest branches, too nervous to come down. There was a rustling in the bushes, but nothing ever came out of it. Vanilla, despite the slight anxiety bubbling up in his golden heart, still continued to walk down the path, his hooved feet softly clopping on the cobblestones and pebbles. He tracked the missing sheep's scent, and when it grew stronger around a particularly dark area, Vanilla nervously let out a 'baa' under his breath before continuing in that direction.

Sure enough, there was the sheep in front of a den that reeked of wolf. It was dead and half-eaten. Poor little buddy was already lost.

Vanilla crouched down to the sheep and put his hand on the body to mourn before standing up again. He glanced around. There was a wolf scent, but no wolf around seemingly. Where were you?