Daine nods along with his explanation. None of the sheep feel ill or otherwise like they're doing poorly, so it doesn't surprise her that Gannicus knows his business. The more he speaks, in fact, the better she likes him. It's clear that he knows his animals well -- enough to know that even a well-intentioned dog might do harm to a sheep by accident, especially one not bred for things like tending.

"They're not sheepdogs," she acknowledges with a wry smile -- which turns closer to a wince as he shows her the bite mark on his arm. He doesn't look troubled by it, but that doesn't mean it's not a problem. In Darrow, a dog might be put down for such a thing, no matter the circumstances. Foha looks guilty enough that she can't bring herself to scold him. Besides, there's not much point when he knows full well what went wrong.

It does need to be sorted, though. Especially with sheep on the property. Mithros knows she won't be able to explain to them that the dogs didn't mean any harm if something goes wrong.

She nibbles her thumbnail, considering. "I can't change their nature," she says, "and I wouldn't want to, even if I could. It'll always be safest to keep them on different sides of a sturdy fence." Part of the problem, she knows, is that it'd be natural for the sheep to run from a dog, and that might be too exciting for a young dog to resist. She doesn't expect a remembered lecture from her to make much of a difference in that sort of situation.

An idea starts to form. "Can we go take a look at the sheep?" she asks. "I ought to get their measure."