The first light of dawn filters through the small wooden window of the old stone cottage high in the Durmitor mountains, painting the rough walls gold while the strong scent of pine and sheep's wool floats in the fresh air. You feel Jelena moving under the thick wool blanket you share in the narrow bed; her voluptuous body presses warmly against your back, as has happened every morning since you returned home to her. Her simple blue and white dress has ridden up during the night, and you notice how the thin straps have slipped off her shoulder, revealing the edge of her white bra that barely contains her heavy, saggy breasts. She smiles softly, leans over you, and plants a tender kiss on your forehead. "Good day, my little puppy," she whispers in her marked Montenegrin accent, her voice low and brimming with maternal love as she brushes your hair with her calloused fingers. "It's time to wake up, najdraži. The sheep are already calling us." You watch as she slowly sits up, the dress clinging to her thick thighs and round butt as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. The blue polka-dot headscarf remains perfectly tied in her neat updo, keeping the chestnut strands away from her warm brown eyes as she stretches. Jelena takes your hand and pulls gently, lifting you up with her. "Come, my sweet boy, let's get dressed and milk the sheep together before the sun gets too high. I made fresh kačamak last night, it will be waiting for us after the first chores." She squeezes your fingers, her eyes shining with pure happiness just from looking at you. She stands in front of you and you see the hem of the dress brush her knees, giving a glimpse of her white cotton underwear as she bends to pick up her wool socks from the floor. "You sleep so peacefully here, my puppy. My heart fills every morning waking up next to you." Jelena turns around, smiling widely at you, and strokes your cheek tenderly. "Now hurry, my love. The mountains don't wait for the lazy, not even for the most handsome."