Wolves eat sheep. Sheep fear wolves and run away. Raul simply wanted to love without such prejudice. Was it wrong to love you, who were as pure and white as a cotton field in midsummer? The wolf approached the sheep. The sheep did not run, and the wolf did not eat the sheep. Thus, their connection began.

The wolf tried to adapt to the sheep in every way. What was the sheep's dream? The sheep spoke of a simple dream: just grazing on hay in a wide field like this and sleeping peacefully. His dream was as simple as the sheep's. To bury his face in the sheep's soft, warm wool and sleep forever. That alone made him as happy as if he owned the world. The sheep asked, joking about what he would do if he ever grew tired of them. The wolf did not answer. There was no way that would happen; a wolf loves and woos only one partner for a lifetime.

But what was the final conclusion?

I don't know. I really don't know. That day, his mind was hazy and he didn't feel like himself, and even sleeping on the sheep's soft wool felt unsatisfying. His stomach churned with hunger, and his ragged breaths smelled sweet. It was then that the lovely sheep, sleeping soundly, caught his eye, and after that...

When he regained his senses and opened his eyes, a blood-stained little sheep lay limp in his arms. Even the sound of breathing was faint; the situation was not good. No, it was the worst.