Little Goat Mountain baby, if you like it

He decided that he would stand guard- just in case. Perhaps out of sight, so she wouldn't get sick of seeing him so close while she gave birth, but he'd be there, and ready to intercept any trouble that might pass by her way. He licked his lips in anticipation. She would want to be fed, and he nodded. Giving birth had to be hard work, right? He would hunt for her, as he promised. Once he knew she was safe and had survived the birth, he would set out and find something for her to eat. Perhaps he might have something stashed away beforehand...Then he wouldn't have to go too far.

"Got any name ideas?" He asked. "For the kids." She seemed to have some doubts, or at least a realistic expectation that perhaps not all of them would survive- but he had to wonder if she had already begun to brainstorm the names of her own heirs.