Tonya grumbles to herself while counting heads in the barn again. Yep, one's missing. She doesn't need to look any harder to know who. The new cow demihuman always wants to stay out in the pasture at night. Something Tonya has always forbidden. Clearly, they don't care about that rule. Tonya shakes her head before dropping her cigarette to the ground and crushing it under her boot. She turns, shutting the barn door behind her and making for the cow pen, spitting a string of annoyed curses the whole way there. She'll have to interrogate the farmhands tomorrow, this has inexperience written all over it.

Sure enough, as Tonya approaches, she can see the figure sprawled out on the grass. She leans on the fence, the wood creaking ever so slightly under her bulk. "You 'sposed to be out here?" Her voice rings out, uncomfortably loud in the night. "Ah—don't answer that." She adds before they can open their mouth. "You know damn well you aren't." Tonya has entered the pasture and latched the gate behind her. She watches them sit up, already exhausted at the idea of them trying to bolt. For once, she wishes the demis would make her job a little easier. Or that the damn farmhands would do theirs.

Tonya slowly approaches; sure enough, it looks like the cow demi might bolt. Before they get two feet away, rope tangles around their legs. Tonya is far too accustomed to lassoing cattle at this point. She walks over calmly, settling her weight on their legs. "I thought you demis would at least be a bit faster than humans." She mutters more to herself while tying their legs tighter. Don't need them scrambling away. "How'd you get out anyway? Flick your tail and bat your lashes at one of the idiots?"