"I'm unfamiliar with Kattegat or langhus, but I know something of protecting what is of value. There is a solution, and we can find it together. Would it not be better to have a happy goat was not so afraid to follow after you as you wanted?"
Perhaps more than a pen. An enclosure with a lock. Her history-haunted eyes slid past the woman and to the building. There, on the side, was a tree growing just a little way from the brick. Grass enough for one goat, she imagined, though she had no experience with the beasts. If the grass ran low, other feed could be brought within the enclosure. The beast may want room to run. She thought about a tall fence, then. A yard of sorts. Her head tilted up and she considered the building itself. There would be windows. Entries into the yard from above. Then that meant some form of grating or wire that would allow the sun but no others to drop in.