Oddball

Modesty walked out to the moor with her gift trotting along at her heels. It was clear a wall had been here once, though time and the weather had done a number on the structure, the stones spread across the landscape, she'd even carried some away herself to make the fireplace in their new home. Now, as she watched the cows and the goats grazing in the distance under the watchful eye of Jael, she realised her potential error. If there had been a wall here once, they could build one again. It would ease the pressure on the pack to constantly guard the herds and keep them within their boundaries, and it would act as a deterrent to predators. Those it didn't scare off could be met with the likes of the white fluffy bundle that trotted at her heel... Once it'd had some time to grow, of course.

“Speech.”