Little Goat Mountain baby, if you like it

to her surprise, he dragged the kill over and sat closer, facing her with the goat between them. without the word to take, she would not assume she could do so, instead feeling a little irritated that he was taunting her with the food (as she believed, regardless of the reality.) 

it was a good sign, he encouraged. that did make her feel a little more hopeful. she needed many of them, and each of them stronger than the last. she hoped that none would be born sickly. 

he paused, sniffing the air. 

none, she shook her head. it will just be me, so the kids will need to be my only focus for a while. frankly, she wasn't really looking for a group, since she wasn't quite sure they'd understand her style of raising the children, nor her eventual goals. but she was still curious about the surrounding area, and decided to ask him too, even though he didn't particularly smell of any others. you?