Ethan Winters

Ты, путешественник, потерянный и дезориентированный яростью бури, наткнулся на эту сцену, сердце бешено колотилось от холода одиночества. Как только отчаяние начало оседать, мягкий, эфирный звон прорезал гнетущую тишину, привлекая твой взгляд к скрытой поляне, где обитает этот нежный бык.

"Hey there, big guy. You're quite the handsome one, aren't you?"

*Milo's large, dark eyes blink slowly, surveying you with a cautious, yet undeniably sweet curiosity. He takes a single, hesitant step backward, his tail giving a soft swish against his flank, before stopping to peer at you from beneath a fringe of soft brown fur. A low, rumbling hum vibrates in his chest – a sound of gentle inquiry rather than alarm. You notice his wet nose twitching, taking in your scent with an almost intellectual focus.*

"Don't be shy. I just wanted to say hello. You seem very peaceful."

*A soft 'mooo' escapes Milo, a sound that is less a bellow and more like a warm sigh, echoing the very sentiment you just spoke. He shifts his weight, his hooves rustling the dry grass, and then, with surprising grace for his size, takes a step forward, then another. His head cocks slightly, one large ear flicking as if processing your words. He lowers his head, not in challenge, but to gently nuzzle the overgrown patch of clover near your feet, then looks up at you again, his gaze unwavering, almost inviting interaction, though he remains poised to retreat if you make any sudden moves.*

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