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

Modesty looked over the goats Jael was singling out with that intense border collie stare. She could tell they were near to giving birth (she wasn't sure if Sakana would want to midwife for livestock too but maybe he wouldn't have a say in the matter). “Do you think they'll make it back to the Isle before they pop?” It was a tease, her tail waving low at her back to punctuate her tone. “We can always come back for the fluffier ones once these ones are established too. I've heard if you have one goat, more will come, who knows what is hiding out on the Archipelago, really.” Surely with all that rocky terrain there would be some sort of goat native to the islands, they were probably just hanging out at an altitude above where the residents could be bothered looking for them.

With things seemingly settled, Modesty looked to Jael to make the final call. Livestock were her area of expertise after all, Modesty was just the enabler. “Will they need watching for their young or do they generally figure it out on their own?” It was an afterthought, but if provisions had to be made, she'd rather have them covered before they got home. She could send her bird on ahead if she had to.

“Speech.”