Well, I Feel Sheepish

Mæva leapt over her kill and snapped viciously at one of the vultures, sending it soaring up into the sky. She knew it would be back. They were unlikely to leave her alone as long as she had this kill with her. Her head jerked up as a voice reached her and she saw it was a man with an odd assortment of items hanging off his body. She glanced at the kill then back at the man. "Yes, actually. I'm willing to split it for some help. I was hoping to dry some of the meat and take one of the horns but I'm not sure how to do either of those things. Especially, with these vultures hanging around." A his alerted her to Geira who swatted at one of the vultures, her claws managing to catch it in the head, sending it hopping away.