Sitting against a tree chewing absently on a blade of grass, Tessa half-dozed as she watched her flock while Fable weaved around the herd, keeping an eye on them and ensuring none strayed too far, though she really wasn't worried. Her sheep had grazed these fields without complication many times before, and the land was flat so she could easily see them all. It was a pretty uneventful day.
So that was why when Fable suddenly went rigid and starting barking, Tessa just about jumped straight up into that tree.
Startled, she pressed a hand to her chest and let out a breath when she saw Fable was just looking at a girl. Ah, so it was nothing, Fable was just being a good watchdog.
Calling to Fable to call her off, she thanked the dog and pet her to calm her, then rose to her feet with the aid of her crook, a little sore from sitting so long. "Hello? Miss?"
The lady was staring at her sheep rather intently, which was disconcerting. But it could have also been her imagination. Tessa always felt on edge and awkward around other people, so it was probably nothing.