The Mountains were cold this time of year, moisture from the lake nearby adding a layer of fog to the tips of it.

Shepherd would be gathering some water from a nearby well on his property to bring back to his herd. The dewy grass beneath his boots crunched softly with every step, his herding dog following along.

It was quiet aside from the occasional bell ringing from his sheep as well as the soft flow of wind through the fields. The sun was at its highest point, through shrouded in clouds.