Jasper wanted to know if she had identified Anya's family crest, but the young woman simply patted her flank before hurriedly leaving.
She stood in place, unsure what to do, until Nytasha finally came back, and lead her somewhere else.
It looked like some sort of workshop to Jasper, with tools hanging on the walls, an anvil, and even a small forge, though the anvil and forge were likely only meant for fixing things, rather than making them.
He didn't know why the girl had brought her here, but decided to just follow her for now.
Nytasha walked over to the forge and took something out, though Jasper couldn't turn her head quite far enough to see it.
Suddenly Jasper had a thought. Why was the fire burning in the forge?
Before Jasper managed to put together what was going on, a sudden burning pain flared up on her flank.
It wasn't unbearable, but she couldn't keep himself from mooing loudly.
"Theeere we go, good girl." She said, patting Jasper, calming her down.
"I don't know which farmhand branded you, but he made a real mess. It didn't look like our brand at all."
Jasper had a bad feeling at those words.
"Luckily it was still possible to cover it up by doing it again, it looks the same way it does on the other cows now." She said happily.