It was, perhaps, more than they should have even done. The lengths were greater, the treatments more experimental. Jael could be grateful that they'd quarantined the birds, and that the rooster should have been written off anyway (too mean), but then... what had the raid been for? She'd sent everyone on a fool's errand. The guilt, on top of the fact that she'd gotten so attached to the birds already. The guilt and the anxiety had her moping, and when Modesty came around... she knew why. Mostly silent on their trip, Jael hung close to the woman's hip. Anxiously tucked close, always looking over her shoulder.
As they came upon the goats, her head picked up. Gaze flickering among them, taking them in. A few overgrown, tangly beasts that she couldn't help but feel bad for.
Unsurprising, though, as they could start to look overgrown pretty quickly. Some were on the small side, but not too bad. Others that were healthy, strong, surefooted... gaze flickering over each in turn, before Jael turned to Modesty. Tone soft, excitable. "The ones that look matted are worth the effort, for the fiber. If I'm not mistaken, some of the females are pregnant-- look at their sides." Jael tipped her muzzle toward two particularly large females. "They look like they escaped from somewhere, she noted, peering carefully at their targets.
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