Reana smiled at the wench, "Thank you very much..."  Despite her kindness, she had not seen the woman before, with the kindness extended to her as well, she wondered if the woman had been a part of the 'Wenching Guild' she had heard about from travelers.  Those that were a part of the guilds usually were taught to treat clergy and those that might be servants of the church (such as shepherds usually were in other places), well, least they fall out of God's favor.  To loose the favor of the church was almost suicide for any business.<br/><br/>Sitting down again, the shepherdess wondered how she managed to get to this.  "Well, both of you obviously haven't been here before, before anyone else hears you," she looked at the short foreigner, "again, I would suggest changing that word to Wolf.  They are welcome and encouraged to live here in this country order to give the rest of the wold refuge from everything but Rogues.  The rogues are usually killed off by a Hunting pack assigned yearly, but that's not always the case.  However, I suppose I shouldn't be talking about other countries affairs with the Wolves...  Here...  They are seen as protectors, I suppose, however, even misunderstandings to occur.  Should a Wolf die, the village that he has died in is usually blamed for it.  So I implore you both, please, do not hunt them here, or in any other village of this land.  The Wolves do not hurt or hunt us here like they do elsewhere.  They protect the villages as their Lord Protectors and all serve the King - a human.  I know this sounds strange, but that is the way our country is."  She sighed, taking another bite of her sweet meat.  "Please, whatever you do, do not kill Wolves here.  They will blame the village, unless see you in your deed, they will blame us Shepherds.  We may be able to fight Wolves and wolves alike to protect, but we are bound not to harm a hair on our sheep, be they animal or human.  No matter what consequence befalls us for it."<br/><br/>Despite the free-ness of the ale and wine, she didn't touch it.  Unlike many shepherding families of the Country of Wolves, hers was a bit more traditional than most.  Ale and any other thing that could alter her perceptions on their list of 'do not dos'.  One of the reason the Guild allowed them so many sheep was that such a traditional way of living meant they were less likely to kill a Wolf as well as less likely to loose a sheep to carelessness.  She did, however, indulge in her sweet meat, her staff laid carefully across her lap as she occasionally let Boyo lick the crumbs off of her fingers.