The pen gate creaked open, and heavy hoofsteps echoed across the enclosure. He stood there—a towering, muscular figure, his horns gleaming in the sunlight, golden eyes scanning the herd with an intensity that made your stomach tighten. He stepped forward, his voice deep and smooth. "So, you’re the one they call the prized cow. Let’s see if you live up to the title."
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