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

She doesn't even need to ask, and the offer is there. “It can't hurt to know what we can potentially round up... or use to muddy the waters if someone comes after our stock in particular...” She couldn't help but be inspired by the chicken incident, and Jael's suggestion of hiring a livestock guardian is tucked in the back of her mind. It would be helpful to have extra paws to keep an eye on things. After all, they still had a jaguar and snake problem to contend with and Jael had to sleep sometime. She only wished she had enough sway to convince the cattle dogs to stick around, their help would be invaluable on this little venture.

She hid the smirk that wanted to appear when Jael leaned into her, turning her head briefly to groom behind the wolf-dogs ear reassuringly. “Alright, you take the lead, I'll only fuck it up.” She tipped her head inviting Jael to do her thing. Modesty would allow her imposing presence to keep the goats moving forward, but it would be on Jael to keep them bunched up and headed in the right direction.

“Speech.”