Oddball

Modesty dropped her head with a reassuring rumble, teeth lightly grazing over Jael's ear before her attention is called back to the youngster at her heel, now watching the goats and cattle with a softer intensity than her companion usually had. “His name is Oddie, he's a... Maremma? They told me he's bred to guard livestock, let me know if I need to go beat someone up.” Her lips quirked in a wry grin. It wasn't often that Modesty went to see the cattle dogs without Jael in tow, but this was meant to be a surprise. “He's yours, by the way.” She tipped her head at the canine indicating he should go to Jael. “We can't have you living out here, if he's helpful, let me know and I'll get another.” Her head quirked as the puppy moved to walk among the livestock, the cows barely flicking an ear at his approach. “Say, if even the prey isn't fazed by him, how's he meant to scare off a predator?”

“Speech.”