Minerva looked at the bins as Professor Newlin began class. What could be in them, she had no clue. Many different thought ran through her mind with it though... feed, stuff from the barn that could need repaired, tools to go and dig for different foods to help with the animals, maybe a chopped up half burned plant... The last one was more of a wish then an actual thought, but Minerva smiled just a bit with it anyway.

Putting up her hand Minerva looked once again at Professor Newlin, "Could it be some tools that we are going to need for our lesson today. Maybe helping with things around the pasture that could use fixed to ensure the animals wouldn't wonder off." As soon as the words were out she wanted them back in her mouth. She was just letting her mind wondered, but how rude to say wonder off after what they had just been through. Looking at the professor she whispered "sorry professor" and looked down again. She knew they had been in that forest just a few weeks ago, she knew the Abranaxe along with some other animals were gone..