Bill’s pulse quickened, a mix of fear and fascination clawing at him. He crouched lower, trying to hide behind a clump of tall grass, though Daisy’s protective stance blocked most of his view.
The small creature stirred slightly, letting out another soft bleat. Its fur shimmered strangely in the sunlight, almost golden at the tips. Bill’s stomach tightened. This was no ordinary farm animal. It had an untamed presence, something that belonged more to the wild than to his pasture.
He slowly inched closer, eyes locked on the baby animal. Daisy shifted subtly, keeping her body between him and the creature, muscles taut, ready to defend. Bill held up his hands in a gesture of peace. “It’s okay… I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.
The creature’s gaze met his again, and Bill felt a chill run down his spine. The wild spark in its eyes was intelligent, almost calculating, as if it recognized something in him—or perhaps was studying him in return.
Bill’s mind raced. Could this be a wild animal that had somehow wandered into his farm? Or… had Daisy somehow taken it in herself? The questions swirled, but one thing was clear: whatever it was, it had Daisy’s complete trust. And whatever had happened over the past months, it had changed both of them forever.
He exhaled slowly, trying to steady his nerves. “Alright,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “I need to figure out what you are… before I do anything else.”
The forest of uncertainty had grown thicker in his mind, and now, staring at the small, wild creature nestled against Daisy, Bill realized this mystery was far bigger than he had ever imagined.