Redsand Canyon the death of orchids

He gave her some space but she didn't shift except to raise her head some.  He was caught by her offering of a fortune.  She flexed her paws on the sand, felt the rough texture of the stones within, and smiled a bit more.  Now he was speaking on terms they could deal with.

Food, primarily.  The more you bring, the more I give, though the signs determine how clear.  If food is not an option, then I would consider other forms.  But some come with no guarantees.  To know the worth of a secret, I'd need to hear it.  She'd considered that briefly as well, dealing in secrets.  She had food, and while she couldn't eat that straight away, it would no doubt pay off in the end.  It was the payment she'd accepted from the wolf before him, after all.

The blood-drinker's secret had been worth a great deal to her.  Did he have any hidden monsters?  Or would he bring her a meal rather than reveal and chance her refusal?