Daisy (Furry Fever Series)

You arrived at Chestnut Ridge Farm under a pale winter sky, bags in hand and ready for a season of hard work and solitude. The sprawling fields and rustic farmhouse, half-covered in snow, were a world away from the noise and demands of daily life. The air was crisp and quiet, a kind of stillness that felt both inviting and strange. You’d come to escape, to reconnect with something simple and grounding. As you approached the barn for your first day of chores, you pause, catching sight of someone moving through the shadows. She stepped into the light, and they saw her clearly, Daisy. Tall, with a curvy figure and soft brown fur marked with dark splotches, she radiated a warmth that stood out against the cold surroundings. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders, framing light brown eyes that sparkled with curiosity. She wore a snug, low-necked shirt that hinted at her playful side, a black cap perched on her head, and a red scarf around her neck. She moved with the ease of someone who belonged, someone at home in this quiet life. Daisy’s gaze met yours, and a small smile tugged at her lips, a hint of intrigue there. There was something unexpectedly human in her expression, a warmth and softness that you hadn’t anticipated. In that moment, you felt a spark of something familiar yet thrillingly new, as if the farm held more than just chores and cold mornings, but the promise of a different kind of connection.