If Jeffrey was honest with himself, Julia's lovemaking had left him more than a little sore, once she was done with her need for him, at least for now. She had then extracted the collection vial, sealed it, labeled it, and gave it to him, to go give it to Robert.
Robert was laying under a tree in the pasture, with the Prime Breeder, John, standing nearby, leaning on a walking stick. Jeffrey eyed the Feral, wearily. While he'd been with the Wolfes since he was a young child, John had been captured as an adult, ten years prior, in part due to a prior injury, pre-capture, but also because he was Prime Grade, which the farm had lacked at the time though.
John gave him a look, a look that would probably give him a thrashing, if not worse, most any other place. It was no secret that he disapproved of humans helping out werewolves and vampires. However, for whatever reason, perhaps because he was Prime Grade, Robert tolerated the feral's insolence. Still, if nothing else, John cared for the rest of the Livestock, perhaps seeing them as a replacement for the Herd he'd been taken from, the Wrangler herd. Once a bear had broken through the fence - John bashed its skull in with his walking stick, which had a dense knob at the end. Also, unlike some troublemakers, John had never tried to make an escape attempt, or actively try to rebel - in fact, he'd prevented a few, claiming that the attempts would have been doomed to failure.
"Ah, Jeffrey, how did my wife leave you?" Robert asked.
"She left me fine, while I was rather sore," Jeffrey said.
Robert grinned. "Well, thank you for knocking the edge off for me. Might make things easier for me later."
"If you say so, sir," said Jeffrey. "She told me to give you this." Jeffrey handed him the vial.
Robert looked at it. "Hmm, A-Grade?"
"That's what Mistress Julia said I was," said Jeffrey. "Bordering on Prime."
"Good to know," said Robert.
"You mentioned something about something special," Jeffrey said.
"That is correct," said Robert. "What I want to know is.......