Daeron patted Sven's shoulder and murmured, "That's why we stay." Looking to the flock, he thumbed towards them, motioning to the fellow shepherd to help, hopefully. Stitch was perked up now that the activity began, looking about with curiosity. Wary, the near-mute began signalling to the flock to begin a slow meander towards the western field, as if to simply rotate their grazing, while he
kept an eye out towards the western side of the land. If they were getting surrounded, things would be far worse.
Dice Roll: 1d20+3
d20 Results: 17 (Total = 20)