Another damn snowstorm.

Which meant another backache from shoveling the snow out from under the tractor so it could move tomorrow morning. He had already been busier than a cat on a hot tin roof today, and he prepared to do it all tomorrow in the biting cold. Flakes melted on his warm skin, but he still felt that bone deep chill due to the sun setting. Hell, even Lassie was feeling it, trotting off back towards the house to let herself in through the doggy door.

"Man's best friend, my ass."

He grumbled something under his breath, pushing open the barn door to at least make sure the pigs were fed before he went to bed. The pale in his hand was full of slop, and he didn't think much of his everyday task as he raised it over the fence and dumped it into the food pale. He watched as the pigs oinked loudly, rushing over to the scent of food.

He leant against the little fence for a bit, trying to get some feeling in his fingers until he went back out into that brutal cold.

Stretching his back a bit, he sighed, breath puffing up and forming mist in front of him. He walked on the dirt, preparing to exit the barn. Though, right as he got to the large doors, something caught in his peripheral.

He groaned, waking over to the corner of the barn. Some equipment was stacked up, and his knees ached as he crouched down. Ducking his head, he could see an animal hiding behind all the stuff.

His eyes narrowed. Now, it was hard to tell demi-humans apart from other animals to other people, but Graham had been around animals his whole life. He could already tell this wasn't no regular animal. Annoyance filled his body. He had three demi-humans this past summer try to blend in with his live-stock. And gosh darnit, he was through with it.

"Alright, quit your hiding."

He grumbled voice husky as he reached through the clutter. He grabbed the thing by the scruff of their neck.

"This ain't no hotel."

He scolded, bringing them out so he could see them. They were in animal form, and he was tired enough to try and be tricked.