They had been asked a favor, and Eleven and Seven had accepted even though it wasn't their usual sort of work.

But they'd learned a lot over the last couple of days, they'd made their plans, and they'd stand guard over a herd of fluffy, fancy sheep to protect them from multiple dangers which were not wolves.

"It's interesting," Eleven said as part of the herd wandered around him.

Seven nodded, and when a dark-faced sheep nudged against his hand, he quietly reached to pet it.

Eleven didn't say a word. But he was sure the job would go fine.