"Well, if these are anything like my brother's horses, the back legs are more dangerous in that regard." Corrin muses. "I've seen people take quite the tumble from standing too close to a horse's back legs, especially when they're already unsettled. I think you'll have less to worry about if you can keep one of them steady."

She examines the shears in her hand, idly. "This doesn't have to be precision work. As long as I can hack off enough wool for the two of us, I don't think I'll need more than a minute or so." She decides. There's a sheep nearby, feeding on some grass, paying them no current attention.

"How about that one over there? If we approach quietly we could get an arm around his neck and hold him in place long enough to do what we need to. I'm willing to switch positions if you'd rather do the shearing, though."