There was dirt underneath her fingernails. It was hardly the issue at the moment, but it was the first thing she noticed before a mooncalf rushed at her, squealing in delight. There was another thud against the back of her knee and she found herself stuck between two of them. "Well," she mused, holding her arms aloft. "At least Penny has less of you to herd..." Her Australian Shepherd was currently doing her evening rounds and gently nipping at the heels of the small creatures to get them into their pens. It was normally rough to see in their enchanted environment, but Amelia had lightened it a bit so she could at least see whilst she fed them.

It was due to the semi-poor lighting in the exhibit that the witch didn't realize her dog wasn't with her in the pen but outside the exhibit and attempting to snuffle a small child into the pen, mistaking it for a mooncalf instead of someone's child.

Penny was currently getting frustrated with the child not wanting to get into the pen, that she let out a disgruntled yip. Amelia looked up, eyes widening at what was currently happening. "Penny!" she cried out, patting the mooncalves currently at her side in hopes they would shuffle aside.