She could hear him begin to move and, grinning, Sabine playfully frisked the other direction. In doing so she kept the kill between them. Funny how he'd been so eager to growl and posture, but not so eager to jump into a fight when challenged. While it may not have been his intention, by trying to circle her the silly boy had stepped away from the kill. "Oh, what a good boy," she praised even though she was well aware he hadn't moved to let her eat first. It was hardly her fault he was an idiot. By moving he'd unwittingly given her more cards. Now the kill was not only in her possession, but it was laying between them longways which meant she would hear him coming long before he could land an attack. He'd either have to go around to get to her or over, and the latter was yet another card in her favor.
Her grin grew predatory, the unspoken challenge clear as she bent down to tear into the rump of the elk. It was a dare. He'd given her space to eat and she intended to eat whether he liked it or not, so he could either stand there and wait as he had been oh so happy to let her do, or he could do something about it. The giantess had meant every word she'd said. For the hell of it she'd break his legs and make him watch her eat.
Or not, she mused. It might be kind of nice to have a pet. Of course she'd make him bathe before she took him anywhere, but the idea of taking him to her siblings and letting him play jester with all that bluster would amuse her greatly.