Location: The jungle, searching for goats
@ameliaxdalton​
Harry wasn't sure about goats. Sheep, she knew. Years and years had passed, but she had spent enough days wandering the bush finding lost sheep back home that she knew all of their tricks. Goats, they were different. Damned mischievous, they didn't have a half-decent flocking instinct that made her Romneys so easy to direct back to the herd, and they could climb. The closest experience she had to finding a goat was when she and John had given tahr hunting a go, and had nearly shot at a half-decent bull, and most of Harry's moments from that time were of shivering in the cold, freezing sleet as John waited for a good shot.
But the island didn't have sheep. It had goats, and Harry had found some of their droppings during her ventures out into the jungle. So she supposed she was the most qualified to hunt them down and bring them back to the farm. Problem was, she couldn't carry all of the supplies she needed to take with her, food and water in case the jungle swallowed her up. She needed a partner.
Harry could have brought along one of the 'castaways', Lily's folks who lived in the deep of the jungle. But she wanted to avoid the kind of conversations they might bring up, while she was still screwing her head on about it. That and apart from Lily's adopted mum (who Harry had forgotten the name of), who was busy running after a little cockie, Harry didn't have a clue about who the rest of them were. But she did know someone who had lived in the jungle, someone who was capable of surviving, and who was mostly quiet.
Harry had tracked Angel down, explained the situation, split the equipment in two (food including treats for the goats, water and rope) and then brought Angel to where she had found the droppings. "Right," Harry said as she bent down, looking at the world through a goat's perspective. "No leaf-litter on these, so I reckon its no more than a few days old?" Harry began, spying a break in the undergrowth of the jungle. She pointed and stood up, confidently striding onwards in that direction.
"You ever have goats?" Harry asked Angel as she pushed through the vegetation. Maybe she'd lucked out and landed with the island goat expert, who knew.
