Little Goat Mountain baby, if you like it

Her eyes glowed, like fireflies trapped, and wedded to constant illumination. Her comment received no reply, though he tightened his grasp on the goat's neck. It was bold of her to assume she could take food from any stranger without expecting a fight, but he alone knew that he would've abandoned the kill in a heartbeat if she'd so much as taken a step in his direction. 

He loosened his grip on the ewe, allowing its neck to fall from his grasp when he followed her gaze and gesture, to note with a light huff that her side was quite swollen and round. She looked hungry, though she wasn't begging. He paused for a moment, but moved no closer. "Kids or worms?" He asked cautiously. He'd seen a severe case of worms before, and wanted nothing to do with any wolf who was full of them. Kids, however, merited a bit of mercy.