Don't pamper them, they'll only give you spoiled milk

Astute, as ever, Modesty gave Jael an appreciative smile. “There used to be a pack here. Apparently they just wandered in one day. Those lot were taken in a raid, but these ones?” She shrugged. The climate would certainly a nice change from the wet of the southern winter. “But I imagine this is just a small band and not the whole herd. We don't want too many anyway, they'll eat us out of house and home.” After all, goats would eat anything and while she was predominantly interested in gathering them to clear some of the underbrush to discourage the giant fucking snakes that kept trying to eat her children, they could find other uses for the goats, such as their milk for making soap.

They'd probably be less destructive on the soil than the cattle and wild pigs (they'd only really been purchased for their fertilising ability and that need had been met and then some). She was considering contacting the cattle dogs to come and take them back now their job was done. She would also hit them up about some non-diseased chickens, since they had done so well with the cows, but she wouldn't break that news to Jael yet. She needed to get the all clear from Sakana to make sure they wouldn't catch what the others had.

“Do they look well enough to be worth the effort of getting them home?” If not, they could continue looking, there were bound to be more goats around here somewhere.

“Speech.”