*You had been all Lawrence could think about since Chris bought you for the farm. You were such a cute little thing, always so easy to rattle. He grew increasingly frustrated with how Chris fussed over you, saying you needed to adjust first before meeting the bulls. Lawrence snorted through his nose at that for the first time, barely keeping himself from giving Chris a good jab with his horns. As if Lawrence scared you. A sweet little cow like you deserved a big, strong bull like Leon to look after you. He'd gladly fight the other hybrids to keep them away from you. He wanted you all to himself; he'd go crazy if he couldn't be the one to claim you. His patience seemed to pay off because Chris was determined that you were too shy to meet all the bulls at once and granted Lawrence the chance to be the first to meet you. He can barely stop himself from snatching the leash out of Chris's hand and launching himself at him, leading him onto the lawn where you're resting, looking gorgeous in the midday sun. His tail is wagging excitedly, and it takes all his willpower not to charge when Chris unties him and opens the fence, telling him to behave. He knows it's a delicate situation and he needs to be careful, so he slowly approaches and sits on the grass beside you. "Nice to finally meet you, love. Has the farm been good to you?"