Luag let out a snort of amusement. "Ye get used ta the itch eventually," he pointed out before smirking. "Or learn good charms ta counteract it."
Coming to a stop near the edge of the flock, he tilted his head slightly as he thought. "Suppose it matters more when ye have more choice o' wool. If we're makin' anythin', it's local. Everythin' else we could just buy in Diagon." He shrugged before smiling warmly. "Nate takes care o' most o' that now though." He nodded towards the flock. "If ye want ta see any individuals, Ah can have the dogs cut 'em out."