Right, that makes a little more sense, though she still has a mental image of locking away a few sheep in the lock-up for disorderly behaviour and it makes her smirk in amusement. "I mean, I've spent a few nights in the local jail cell, there's worse places," she jokes, wincing as the hail pelts against them and she has to double back when one of the sheeps gets loose of her hold, baa-ing wildly.

It's clearly hurt from the ice, too, but Amy hasn't got a clue what to do except keep walking. "Do we have a vet? What happens if one of the animals gets hurt?"