He waves his hand. "I know the fate that awaits her.. while parting ways very much saddens me, it is for the best.." he said, asking for a refill on his tankard.
She filled his mug and made a noise, "She said they would breed her? Traditionally, if a sheep is bred, it's for her milk...she will be well cared for..."
"No, she was getting older and produced not much milk.. soon, they will kill her.. and with my scent, that sentence is final.." he said as he downed more ale.
"Besides, I'm sure you could find a better mate.." She said, "Sheep are just that...they do what they're told at the drop of a hat, that's not love..."