Fate goes into a kind of a trance after “herding” the sheep.
She reminds me of Frieda when she used to take off into the woods and come back hours later, exhausted. On the few times when I actually found Frieda when she ran into he woods, she would be in hunting mode. Quiet as a tiger and so focused she didn’t even acknowledge me when I was standing right in front of her.
Fate’s a wild thing in her own way. When she’s under the spell of herding, there’s no getting through to her.
