As the twisted giant was still busily skinning the dead theropod, an unlikely shape emerged from a new pool near the progenitor. It trotted from the pool on four hooves, its full udder swaying pendulously.
Having heard a commotion over the side of the cliff, the newborn bovine God went to investigate. As it slowly levitated itself down to the bottom of the cliff, thousands of feet below, draconian eyes watched it with hungry mistrust. Evidently fearing that it must be some sort of trap, not a single Dragon went after the floating sack of steak.
Arriving at the bottom, the bovine Lord found the bodies of three dead dragons, but none of its brethren. As the cow God expanded its senses searching for its siblings, Mac Tire (who had been observing in the woods) noticed the shadow of Scar circling high above. The Wolf called out, telepathically, to the Cow, alerting her to the danger. Both of them scampered over and through the woods to a nearby hilltop where they met Mac Tire’s friend, Cyletia, a water spirit.
They stayed with Cyletia for a few months, until the Bovine one felt an urge to mother some mortals.
Cow and Wolf traveled together to a small, semi-nomadic tribe camped near the southern ridge. The people of the Two Stone tribe were impressed by the bovine Majesty descended from the heavens into their midst. Yet, they worshiped Grak the Unclean and would not be easily swayed by cows bearing udders full of healing milk and savory butter.
Still, even though the Wolf nearly burned the place down, the people rejoiced at the prospect of a God of healing and plenty. The dung-haired priest of Grak the Unclean was fed the fire.