Mercy is half hoisted, half dragged from her play when the call rings out. It's just ma yelling, couldn't this wait until she was done harassing the sheep? Er. Herding the sheep. Right, she's herding them, trying to do like she'd seen Tide do. Practicing cutting them off, moving them around... in truth, the girl is rubbish at it.
So here she is, scooped up and dragged by her dad to go see her ma and her aunts. They're going to say what they needed to, and all Mercy needed to do was not be too disruptive. A tall order for the young girl, even where she curled up between her father's forepaws.
