Little Goat Mountain baby, if you like it

he patiently let her eat her fill, and when she slowed down he began to explain the creatures. the picture he painted was difficult to even imagine, and while they sounded soft and vulnerable in some places, their tools- the sticks that could bark and kill- sounded scary. her brow furrowed listening, and she wasn't sure what to offer him besides, how strange. a pause, and she added i hope i never meet one. 

she went back to the meal, sending droplets of still-warm blood flying. she licked a drop off her chin. 

when he spoke, she glanced up. a cold grin. i am too, when i'm not fat. she countered. but she wouldn't turn down having someone to bring her food while she tended to the kids and regained her strength. and yet, nothing in this world was free, so she wondered, what's in it for you? an offer made for a deal, though she wasn't quite sure what she could give him. maybe opportunities- far ahead in the future, when she took back her birthplace- but until then she imagined there wouldn't be much for her to provide.