my bleating heart

Aryn gasped at the boy's muddled words, lurching forward awkwardly to place her paws over each of the goat's ears gently to protect it from the threat. "Shh! He can hear you." The yearling insisted quietly, pulling away from the goat and placing a pat upon it's muzzle before holding out the carrot once more.

She stood perfectly still while the goat approached, letting out a giggle at the feeling of it's whiskers on her paw pads as it decided the carrot worthy. Her lips upturned in a satisfied grin, and as she dropped her paw and turned back towards the male her bright smile remained. "See, he just needed a little bit of love."

With a pleased sigh she settled back on her haunches, reached over her shoulder again to retrieve the string of remaining carrots. For a moment she contemplated tossing them to the boy to make his job a little easier (on both him and the poor goat), but paused suddenly and dropped them between her forelegs instead. "Where are you taking him? You're not going to-" She glanced quickly at the goat, then mouthed the word 'eat' back to Tyrian. "-him, are you?" The carrots she'd hold hostage, until she was sure that the creature was not his intended meal.