Little Goat Mountain baby, if you like it

He expected her to dig in, and succumb to her ravenous hunger, but she didn't. He tilted his head to the side, curiously, before he chuffed. "Girl. Eat." He said with a light laugh. He did wonder for a moment if she thought he was teasing her, but the notion of that seemed ridiculous, and he assumed she'd not seized the meal the second it'd come within her grasp because she was polite. 

She was alone, which seemed off to him- but then again, maybe she also had some wild backstory where she'd been caught for sheepkilling and had ended up in another Bitterplace where the food was sometimes partially frozen and served by odd, two-legged creatures, before she'd been jettisoned out into the wilderness like him. Having been through his own experience, he felt almost anything was possible. 

Her phrasing indicated that this was something she'd intended to have happen, though. Either that, or she'd completely given up hope on trying to find others, or find a pack to join. It was her first litter, but this was also her body she was controlling- he wasn't about to step in and tell her what she should do with it. "Nah." Came his answer, abrupt and impartial at first. "Wild story. Sheep. Humans. A giant, stone dragonfly." He said, glancing up as if to pick it out, whirring in the sky again. "Put me back on the wrong side of the land, so," he shrugged. "I'm here, alone."