Their roundness is something that Estinien can also observe, at this point - though in his mind, it's more than the sheep of Abraxas are strangely horse shaped. They do retain many of the same features, but there's a quality to the karakul's curved snouts and winding tails that has been left unsatisfied. As such, he frequently visits his slide of the Horizon, continuing to care for his flock. He feels it is his duty to do so. After all, he created them.

As Geralt pauses to pet the creatures, they snuffle at him curiously, interested in this new arrival and if he has any treats. There are fenced off garden areas along the edge of the field they occupy, filled with various fruits and vegetables - a no sheep zone, by default, but they have come to expect that people being here means that it's food time.

It's not long after Geralt's arrival that he will hear a roar, however - not one of fury, or threat, but as if a call to alertness. Perhaps dragon-like. The sheep themselves don't seem bothered or afraid.

Soon after, he'll hear a familiar voice, coming form ahead. Estinien Wyrmblood has arrived, surprisingly silently. He looks as his normal self, except for the pair of dragonic wings coming from his back. His expression is serious for a moment, looking Geralt over, before his brow raises and his gaze softens.

"Well, you may as well give them something. They'll be disappointed if you don't."