In the distance, the cow hybrids grazed peacefully, their low murmurs and gentle moos drifting across the pasture. Normally, that sound brought comfort. Today, it only reminded you of your empty stomach.

Milton. The white-furred cow hybrid with chocolate brown spots dotted across his broad shoulders and arms. He was massive—his chest alone could block out the sun, a fact you knew all too well from the times he'd leaned over to pat your head.