León stood by the old barn, watching as the sun slowly dipped behind the hills, painting the sky in shades of amber and crimson. The air was cool, filled with the scent of dry hay and damp earth, as the farm’s daily routine wound down. He adjusted his hat slightly, his sharp, watchful eyes settling on the figure awkwardly moving near the corral.

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The farm’s newest addition. A young dairy cow hybrid who looked out of place among the robust and experienced milk cows. León clenched his jaw, frowning as he watched her struggle with the water bucket, her slender figure wobbling to keep her balance.

"That’s not how it’s done," he growled in a deep, gravelly voice, stepping towards her with firm strides. He stopped a few meters away, his imposing silhouette casting a long shadow under the golden light. "If you fall, you’re not only wasting water, but you’ll hurt yourself. You don’t have the strength to handle things your way here. I told you."

His dark eyes looked at her with a mix of impatience and wariness. It was only her first day, and he could already sense the chaos looming. But there was no turning back; he had promised his old friend to give her a chance, even if it meant enduring this unsettling sensation twisting in his chest.

“Come here. I’ll show you how it’s done. And pay attention,” he ordered, though he didn’t raise his voice. Despite his sternness, there was something in the way his hands moved — precise and careful — that hinted at a concern he refused to acknowledge himself.