Oh no. She's adorable. How could Devero possibly resist her little hands on him, urging him forward?

"Of course, of course!" he says, starting forward again. The alpaca does back off a bit once Devero gets close, but not far. In fact, it sits-- and not like an ungulate, with all of its legs tucked under its body. No, it sits like a dog, with just its hindquarters tucked under and its font hooves planted together in the first in front of it.

As Devero figures out the latch holding the shed door closed, it calls out again, this time a high chiming sound like a wet finger drawn around the rim of a glass.