Alcott walked toward the man's farm, the sun was still up and its rays rained down from the heavens, passing through the trees, casting a dark shadow on the shed where those people lived.
Alcott heard the cows on the side, he looked and saw all of the cattle herded into one pen like humans in a walled city, looking around in confusion. They've never been herded like this before, putting a lot of stress on them.
"Master!" The old man approached Alcott with a worried face. He glanced at the animals with a sad stare. "Pettyful creatures, what a shame. Those cows had the biggest udder in the whole village. Pure Riverwood breed."
"They stay there until an expert comes to inspect them. If they're sick, we'll arrow them down and burn their corpses. Won't risk it spreading to the whole village's cattle." Alcott walked to the tree and sat beneath it, "I'll sit guard. You go on about your lives."
