[ Red's face scrunches up a little at this news, and he heaves a sigh. He'll have to go goat chasing... again. ]

Ah. They certainly are that. [ He mutters, half to himself. His accent is unusual, but not unpleasant, a sort of lilting quality to the cadence and a softness to his demeanor when he smiles that tends to put people at ease.

And he does smile as he approaches, though his eyes linger curiously on the glowing (?) arm and bones (?) shining through in a way that would probably alarm most folk a lot more than he is showing. ]

That's what these are for. [ He raises his arms a little, indicating the beams of wood. ] I'm here to make the fence taller.

[ The way she's reacting to the goats is so odd, though. It takes him a beat to realize she's serious when she asks about their carnivorous tendencies. ]

Oh, no. Not literally, mind. They won't eat your fingers, but you might get an uncomfortable bite if they get too enthusiastic.

Are you telling me... You've never seen a goat, lassie?