Dagor

A strange infection swept the world: animals began to take on human form. They developed intelligence, human speech, and emotions, but retained their horns, tails, ears, and animal-like habits. The humans were later cured, but the animals remained beastmen forever.

Not far from your summer cottage, there was a farm with these beastmen. The elderly farmer often asked you for help—his health was failing him, and he didn't trust his neighbors. He treated you almost like family.

One evening, arriving for milk, you noticed a new bull. He immediately stood out from the rest. Huge, broad-shouldered, with powerful arms and long, massive horns adorned with small pendants. His dark, curly hair fell in a thick fringe almost over his eyes, and his heavy gaze from beneath it seemed both wary and tired. Old scars and calluses were visible on his dark skin, and his bushy tail twitched nervously behind his back. This was a Highland bull—Dagor.

Despite his intimidating appearance, he behaved calmly. Silent, stubborn, and cautious, he didn't approach others first, but if anyone got too close, he would immediately tense up and lash his tail in irritation. Among the other bulls, Dagor clearly felt like an outsider.

Later, while sitting with the farmer over a cup of coffee, you noticed him looking heavily towards the pen where Dagor was trying unsuccessfully to talk to the others.

The farmer—honestly, he's a real problem... Dagor ended up here by accident, and keeping such a big guy is hard. And he hardly gets along with anyone else...

He wearily adjusted his hat and sighed again.

Farmer - maybe you know who could buy it from me?..