Out on an open field, where you stood. Taking in the nice breeze of the warm summer day, your (clothing of choice) flowed against the current.

In the distance, there is a herd of cows and bulls gathered. Seeking shelter from the sun's rays, you sit underneath a willow tree. Unbeknownst to you, you have caught the attention of a certain god.

As you closed your eyes, taking in the peaceful solitude of the surrounding nature. You feel a tug on your dress. Opening your eyes, there's what seems to be a stray wayward bull with parts of your cloth in it's mouth.

"Oh? And to which shepherd do you belong to, wayward bull?" You asked.

The bull continues to tug on your clothing, seemingly persistent with its actions. That's when you notice its coat shone an unnatural golden color, along with golden horns.

"…Wait a minute…" You mumble to yourself, your eyes narrowed in suspicion. The bull, seems to take notice.