Chapter 127: Reasonably Sized Dogs

Chapter 127: Reasonably Sized Dogs

"Lost sheep?" Susan froze. "Are you... Are you sure?"

Bee gestured towards Tony and the sheep. "I mean, yes. That's why we have so many of them."

"So many of them?" The taller woman frowned, noticing the flock of fluffy white beasts milling about nearby. "Oh. Oh. Well, yes, I suppose that makes sense too."

"Wait, what did you think I meant?" Bee frowned in confusion.

Susan hesitated. "I mean, far be it from me to interpret Void's will, but... Perhaps he meant a less literal interpretation of 'lost sheep'."

They fell silent, considering the implications. After a moment, Bee spoke. "You think, Void might have known that we would run into you?"

"I'm just thinking it's a possibility." Susan hedged.

"Hm. Well, Void did describe the sheep pretty specifically. But perhaps that was its way of getting us out here. Especially if this future wasn't a hundred percent certain." Bee thought aloud. "Also, if you are right, then that might mean we never needed to bring the sheep back in the first place. That would be... frustrating, to say the least. Rounding them up was a lot harder than I would have thought."

"We should definitely bring them just in case. Void probably had more than one objective." Susan agreed as she levered herself up to her feet. "I think I'm healed enough to get moving. Maybe I can help out a bit with the sheep too."

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On the other side of the wall, I made out the impressions of two small footprints in the soft dirt by the road. Some brief analysis showed me that they could match Tanu's feet if he had jumped from a height; the depth made sense too. Unfortunately, his weight wasn't enough to press those feet into the earth at standard walking pressure. Even worse, despite throwing the range of my sensors to the max, I still wasn't able to find the little kid.

I widened my search. Instead of looking for him directly, I tried to find any more clues that might give me a clue about which direction he had gone. A few feet into the tree line, I found a small bit of blood on the leaf of a low fern that would have been just about knee level for Tanu. I engaged my thrusters and zipped over to the plant, avoiding the grass and all the dirt. I was able to get there in just a handful of seconds. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

When I moved closer to inspect the smaller dogs, the large one stepped in my way and fluffed up its neck, growling. I popped out my Spray Bottle, ready to reprimand the dog, but Tanu stepped forward to lay his hand on the dog's flank. Surprisingly, it calmed down somewhat. Good, he was training the dog. That was an important rite of passage my humans back home made their little humans do with the dog, even if ours was much smaller. Still, it would likely be a while before this one could come into the castle, just in case.

With the larger dog calmed, I was able to move past and inspect the reasonably sized dogs. They were quite squirmy and loud. I imagined the noise they were producing didn't help with avoiding the zombies. Also, it seemed that they were searching for something, but they were going about it all wrong. From my experience, animals could find things better with their eyes open. Just wriggling around in a pile with their eyes closed didn't seem to get them any closer to their goal.

We would have to bring all of them back to the castle. It simply wasn't safe for them outside of the walls, at least not the small ones. The enormous one appeared capable enough of fending for itself. Still, I did hope that these would be outside dogs. Maybe Mary would have an idea of how to care for them without too many problems. We would have to see when we got back.

Reaching down, I grabbed one of the smaller dogs and placed it on my back. As I picked it up, I could feel the huge one tense, but once I put it down, it relaxed. All in all, there were seven normal-sized dogs. I could carry one on my back, and Tanu could just lift another pair. The large dog grabbed one by the scruff of the neck, but that still left three unattended who refused to open their eyes. Now to figure out how to get them moving...

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Susan, Bee, and Tony darted back and forth, corralling the panicking sheep in the same general direction. Susan's help with the flock greatly improved their time. Bee wasn't sure if it was that she was good at guessing where the sheep would run to or the fact that three people were able to better fence in the flock and force them where they wanted to go.

Either way, she just appreciated the help. At least Bee wasn't exhausted as they drove the sheep along the road. It even let Bee occasionally dash off to go deal with the roaming undead. They were not nearly as much of an issue during the day, but if one got too close, it could still spook the sheep into going in a direction that they didn't want.

When they reached the town of Greg, they had to leave the road. No one wanted to try and guide a flock of sheep through the city. It turned out that leaving the road wasn't too bad, though. They were able to use the wall of Greg to pin the fuzzballs in from one side without much of an issue.

Before the sun had finally set, they had reached the edges of the treeline.

"Wow," Tony panted, "who would have thought that sheep would be so hard to find?" The group had set up camp for the night, finally taking a well-earned rest. Things hadn't really given them much of a chance to talk throughout the day, as they were simply too busy.

"I have a little experience with sheep." Susan volunteered. "I could have told you that wasn't going to be easy. You were strangers to them, and had no well trained shepherding dog, this was never going to work well."

"Oh? Where did you learn about sheep from?" Tony asked as he laid out his bedroll.

Susan looked at Bee with an odd question in her eyes, one that Bee wasn't sure how to answer. She just shrugged. Susan took a small breath before answering. "I had a deep cover assignment on the border a couple years ago. Turns out, no one really looks too hard at a shepherd chasing down a lost sheep. No matter where they're going."

"Deep cover?" Tony asked in bewilderment.