Itchy paws

Corbie was on her way to meet with a trader about expanding her flock into a new breed. Tam and Ren both accompanied her, Tam for his even greater experience with sheep than her and Ren to guard. She had already negotiated a price for the sheep, so they would be driving them back together if they met expectations. It'd be an overnight just to get there, though, and another back, so she had brought what they needed for a rough but comfortable camp - bedrolls laid around a small fire, a kettle steaming quietly for tea. Nothing they couldn't carry on their backs without a travois to slow them down. They'd stopped while there was still light to set up, so it was still civil twilight as she and Tam and Ayer stretched out on their bedrolls to watch the fire and wait for the tea. Ren was out keeping watch and collecting twigs for the fire. Corbie came suddenly alert though, when she heard pawsteps approaching from the opposite direction the big guardian dog had disappeared in. She pricked her ears forward, her body language open and friendly despite the surprise.