+394 Cute animals! Must not eat! 
Sky smirked a bit, mouthing an echo of the nickname he'd so affectionately given her there. It was another bird! Chickadee, Swan, and now Skylark. Though she much liked this one the best. Larks were pretty things. He came over to her and she stood straight, off of the tree, crossing her arms over her chest as he wrapped his around her shoulders in an excitedly friendly way. She watched him scare the poor things again, then couldn't help the wide-eyed grin that formed on her face as they toppled over. Bangle was laughing hard, and she soon joined in with silent, shoulder-shaking laughter, shown off with a toothy grin.
One hand moved to cover her mouth and she watched him present them. As her laughter died down, shoulders no longer shaking, she shook her head with a bemused expression and cleared her throat. "Fainting goats. Now I've seen everything." She walked forward and knelt down, placing her hands on the cheekbones below the ears of the smaller male. She played with the fur a bit, like giving him a scratch behind the ears. "What do you think makes them do a thing like that?" Then, again. "And why the hecks aren't they someone's dinner yet?"
Sky wasn't the type to eat cute animals. She'd almost hunting a fancy rabbit once, but decided against killing it after discovering just how cute and friendly it was. These goats were adorable, and she adored the markings on the little male very much. Hopefully Bangle didn't sell him off for food. "They're kinda cute. Are you going to be selling them?" She glanced up from where she squatted, petting the younger goat affectionately. "I don't really have much to trade, but maybe I could convince you not to sell them to slaughter? Goat's milk is great for cooking, and they can eat just about anything without getting sick. Their wool is also great for making yarn."
Blah blah, human knowledge trivia, as per usual. Sky was obsessed with the workings of human nature. She guessed one of their farms must've had these little fellas growing, cause they didn't look wild, and they were somewhat tamed. The younger one could've been the older one's kid, which meant she probably had milk in 'er. Goats milk was healthy and tasty, even for wolves. "Does Skye know you have 'em?"
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