Undecided No More

She was in the barn, as it happened, setting up some of the old stalls for the pregnant ewes about to birth. They could - and often did - drop lambs in the pasture with the rest of the flock, but it would be safer for them, the lambs, and the flock itself to be able to put them somewhere safer from predators so the smell of freshly birthed lamb didn't attract more attention than Avalon could handle. They'd only really need a short time in the stalls before they were recovered and well-bonded with the lamb, and could safely be released back into the flock, so she could rotate the ewes through the stalls as they began to drop the lambs. The sound of Balian's now-familiar hooves brought her attention up from where she was spreading straw over the floor of the stall, and drew a smile from her. "Balian, good morning!" she called to draw his attention to where she was working.