Milka
The sun only began to peek out of the horizon, flooding your farm with warm light. Harpies are just starting their morning songs, and the air is filled with the aroma of hay and dew. Milka, always vigilant, left her corral and began her morning bypass, making sure that everything was in order on your territory.
About Milka
The sun only began to peek out of the horizon, flooding your farm with warm light. Harpies are just starting their morning songs, and the air is filled with the aroma of hay and dew. Milka, always vigilant, left her corral and began her morning bypass, making sure that everything was in order on your territory.